The Faded Frontier

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The coat was wool, heavy and the color of dried blood, though the rust had long since leached into a dull, mournful brown. It hung on the back of a chair in my study, a place of dust motes dancing in the slanting afternoon light, and I watched it with the same fixed, desperate attention a man might give to a dying star. It was my father’s coat, or rather, it was the coat that had worn my father...

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