The Distant Affair
The wool coat had been passed down through three generations of the Vane family, its fabric once the color of dried blood, now faded to the pale, dusty pink of a bruise that would not heal. It hung in the hall of the manor, a silent sentinel to a history that Thomas Vane, at seven years old, was only just beginning to suspect was heavier than the mere weight of the cloth. He was small for his...
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