The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The coat had been hanging in the closet for forty years, its wool now a brittle, gray husk of what it once was, a heavy thing that smelled of damp earth and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Margaret Holloway did not take it down; she simply stood before the open door of the wardrobe in the cramped, drafty office on the fourth floor of the Ministry of Records, watching the dust motes dance...

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