The Faded Frontier

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The coat hangs on the hook by the door. It is a heavy thing. Wool, dark green, worn thin at the elbows. It has outlived the man who wore it. It has outlived the name stitched inside the collar. You know this because you have handled it. You have felt the fraying threads give way under your fingers. The house is full of guests. They eat. They drink. They speak in low, urgent tones that do not...

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