The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat hung in the window. It was a heavy thing, woolen, the color of dried blood. It had been there for three days. No one touched it. No one moved it. It watched the street. Elias saw it on Monday. He was walking to the station. The air was cold. It bit his nose. He stopped. He looked up. The coat was there. In the shop of the dead tailor. The shop was closed. The blinds were down. But the...

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