The Faded River
The wool was beginning to give way, a slow, silent surrender to the damp that had soaked into the bones of the house and the body of the man who wore it. It was not a sudden unraveling, but a gradual fraying, a loss of structure that mirrored the decay of the mind itself, a scholar’s coat that had once signified authority and now merely hung on a frame that could no longer support its weight....
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