The Distant Nightmare

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The coat was red. Not a deep crimson, nor a bloodless scarlet, but a vivid, screaming vermillion that seemed to pulse against the grey wool of the cell. It hung from a hook by the barred window. It had hung there for three days. Elias stood before it. His hands were bound. The leather bit into his wrists, a familiar, tight hug. He did not look at the bars. He looked at the fabric. "You are...

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