The Distant Threshold

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a heavy thing, wool and leather, dark as a bruise. Elias held it. He did not wear it. He only held it. The fabric was rough against his palms. It smelled of dust and old smoke. It was his. He had worn it for twenty years. Now the threads were thin. The elbows were bald. The buttons were loose. Elias stood in the center of the hall. The house was...

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