The Wistful Witness

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“Put it on.” The voice was thin. It scraped against the silence of the room. Elias stood by the window. Rain streaked the glass. Outside, the city hummed. A low, constant buzz. He did not turn around. “Elias.” He turned. His father sat in the armchair. The wool coat lay across his lap. It was a heavy thing. Dark green. The buttons were brass. They had turned green with age. Like his eyes. Like...

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