The Distant Legend
You can’t just cut it off, Elias. The wool will tear. Mara stood in the doorway of the hallway, her coat still on, the collar turned up against the chill that seemed to seep out of the walls. She looked at the coat hanging on the hook by the front door. It was a heavy thing, a deep charcoal wool that had once been cut for a broad-shouldered man, but now it hung loose, the fabric pooling on the...
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