The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

You wear the coat. It is black wool, heavy and warm. It has been mended many times. The elbows are bare skin, patched with gray felt. You have worn it for forty years. It fits you now as it did when you were young. But you are not young. Your hands are gnarled. Your back is bent. The coat is your life. It is your history. It is your shame. You stand before the High Inquisitor. His name is...

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