The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The coat was wool. Heavy, charcoal, and smelling faintly of lavender water and old smoke. It hung on the back of a wooden chair in the small, windowless office at the end of the corridor. Elias Thorne stood before it. He did not touch it. He watched the fabric ripple slightly in the stagnant air, a phantom limb of warmth he no longer possessed. The year was 1912, but the world outside the thick...

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