The Pale Garden
The coat was red. It hung on the hook by the door. It had not been there before. Elias saw it. He did not touch it. He looked at his brother. Thomas stood in the hallway. Thomas was tall. Elias was small. The house was old. The walls were damp. The air smelled of rot. "We do not know," Thomas said. His voice was low. It was a whisper. It cut the air. Elias looked at the coat. It was his size....
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