The Wistful Voyage

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The blue coat was the only thing in the city that had not yet learned to lie. It hung on the hook by the back door, heavy with the damp of the November rain, its wool thick and dense, smelling faintly of lavender and the metallic tang of old pennies. Elara kept her fingers on the collar whenever she thought no one was looking, a ritual so ingrained it had ceased to be a habit and become a...

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