The Pale Bridge
The coat was a thing of such aggressive, almost violent presence that it seemed to hold the air around it in a rigid suspension, a heavy wool garment of a shade so pale it bordered on the sickly white of old teeth or the skin of a corpse that had not yet begun to turn blue, and it was this coat, this specific, irreplaceable, and now visibly fraying artifact of status and authority, that...
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