The Faded Frontier

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The coat hung by the door. It was gray. Wool. Heavy. It smelled of damp earth and old wool. Elias touched it. The fabric was cold. It was always cold. He lived in the house. The house was big. Empty. The floors creaked. They creaked under his weight. He was light. He was old. He had been here for years. Or days. Time was soft. It bent around him. Like smoke. He looked at the coat. It was his....

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