The Distant Metropolis

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Mara Vance kept the coat in the closet. Not worn. Not displayed. Just folded, tight as a fist, inside the cedar drawer of the office that smelled of old paper and lemon oil. It was a heavy thing, wool and leather, lined with silk that had long since frayed at the seams. To the casual eye, it was just another piece of evidence in a cold case, a garment left behind by a client who never returned....

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