The Faded Road
The coat had begun to unravel at the seams before the journey even started, a subtle fraying of wool and thread that Arthur Penhaligon noticed only when the light hit the sleeve at a specific, oblique angle. It was a garment of considerable weight, cut from a heavy, dark tweed that had once been the color of a stormy sea but had since faded to the grey of old ash. It was not merely an item of...
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