The Wistful Ashes
The coat had begun to rot before the winter fully set in, the wool unraveling into a grey, matted fur that clung to the skin of the man who wore it with the desperate intimacy of a lover who knows he is being abandoned, and it was this slow, silent disintegration that defined the entire existence of Silas Vane in the town of Oakhaven, a place where the smoke from the textile mills hung so...
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