The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat is heavy. It is not merely the weight of the wool, thick and dark as a storm cloud, but the accumulated density of miles traveled and secrets kept. You hold it in your hands, the fabric worn smooth at the elbows, the lining frayed where the lining should be. It smells of damp earth and woodsmoke, of a place you left before the winter fully set in. You are standing on the edge of a moor...

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