The Faded Frontier

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The coat was red. Not the bright scarlet of a fire engine, but the deep, dried blood of a winter that would not end. Elias held it in his hands. It smelled of damp wool and old tobacco. It was his father’s coat. Or what was left of it. The lining had rotted away years ago. The buttons were gone, replaced by knots of twine. The elbows were thin as parchment. He held it tight against his chest....

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