The Distant Journey

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The coat lay on the desk before me, a tangle of mud and dried blood, its wool matted into stiff, dark clumps that smelled of the river and rot. It was a heavy, charcoal-grey garment, once likely fine, but now stripped of its lining and riddled with tears that wept rust-colored stains. I recognized the left pocket by the shape of the tear, a jagged wound in the fabric that I had sewn shut myself...

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