The Faded Frontier

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The coat hangs on the hook by the door, its wool thinning at the elbows into a translucent gray that seems to absorb the light rather than reflect it. You have worn it for eleven years, since the day you left the village of Oakhaven with nothing but the clothes on your back and a letter of introduction that was, in retrospect, a polite fiction. It is a heavy garment, not because of its weight,...

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