The Pale Meridian
The coat was the color of a bruise that had forgotten how to heal, a deep, swollen violet that seemed to drink the gray light of the city streets and hoard it in its heavy wool fibers, and it had belonged to Elias before he was even born, passed down through a lineage of men who had all, in one way or another, failed to keep their promises, which made it all the more strange that it should fit...
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