The Faded Frontier

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The wool coat hangs on the hook by the door, a heavy, dark thing that seems to absorb the grey light of the corridor. You stand before it, your hand hovering in the air, trembling not from the chill of the November air but from a vibration that has lived in your bones for three days. It is a coat of deep charcoal, cut for a broad shoulder, and on the left cuff, a patch of white thread has begun...

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