The Distant Whispers

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The coat hung on the hook by the door, a dull grey thing that had once been fine wool. It was thin now. The elbows were rubbed raw, revealing the pale thread underneath. It smelled of damp stone and old ink. It was the only thing Edward had left that was not a debt or a lie. He stood before it, his hand hovering. His fingers were stained blue with ink. The ink was under his nails. It would not...

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