The Distant Nightmare
The coat had been there, draped over the back of the high-backed chair in the parlor, for as long as Elias remembered, a heavy thing of black wool that seemed to absorb the light from the gas lamps rather than reflect it. It was not merely worn; it was frayed at the elbows and the cuffs, the fabric thinning to a translucent gray where the hands of the wearer had rubbed against the wood of the...
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