The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The coat was the thing that broke me, or perhaps it was the silence that followed the breaking, a heavy, woolen silence that smelled of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of old blood, and I stood there in the rain-slicked alley behind the precinct, holding it in my hands as if it were a dead bird, its fabric thinning at the elbows where the friction of years had worn away the dark blue wool...

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