The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coat hung on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that had seen better decades. It smelled of damp wool and old tobacco, a scent that clung to the fabric like a second skin, refusing to wash out no matter how many times Elias had turned it inside out. He stood before it, his hands trembling slightly, not from cold, but from the vibration that hummed beneath the floorboards...

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