The Wistful Asylum

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The coat was red. Not a bright red, but the deep, arterial crimson of old blood dried on linen. It hung on the hook by the door, heavy with the dust of three years. Elias touched the lapel. The wool was soft. It had been soft when he bought it. It had been soft when he wore it into the cellar. It was still soft now. "You missed," Thomas said. He stood in the doorway. His face was pale. He...

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