The Faded Road
The coat was brown. It had been brown for ten years. Now it was grey. Elias sat in the corner of the faculty lounge. The leather chair creaked. He did not move. The fabric of the coat was thin. It had worn through at the elbows. Two small holes. Like eyes. Looking out at the nothing. He held a cup of tea. It was cold. He did not drink. The door opened. Catherine walked in. She wore a red dress....
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