The Golden Oath
The coat was heavy. That was the first thing Elias noticed when he pulled it off the hook. It was a thick wool thing, dark green, smelling of mothballs and old rain. He had bought it three years ago in a shop in Lyon, a place that smelled of leather and dust. He had loved it then. Now it felt like a shroud. He stood in the hallway of the apartment building. The walls were yellow, peeling near...
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