The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

He dreamed of the coat. It hung in a void, black wool heavy with rain that had fallen centuries ago. The buttons were missing, leaving dark, gaping mouths in the fabric. It was his. He knew it by the smell of wet dog and pipe tobacco that clung to the lining. He reached for it, but his hands were stone. "Put it on," a voice said. It was his father’s voice, though his father had been dead for...

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