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anke.
It is part of my Stranded World series.
There was a knot sitting on the skein of reality, a heavy knot with complex weaving that spoke of intentional tying and tangling. Winter walked away from the camp of trailers and RV’s, walked to the small town’s corner store, and passed his suit jacket to the old man sitting at the picnic table there.
“That’s a nice coat.”
“Custom tailored. But I don’t need it where I’m going. I need something less obvious.”
The old man’s bleary eyes turned sharp for a moment. “Son, you’re going to have to change more than the coat for that.”
Winter undid his tie and added it to the sportcoat, then pulled the elastic out of his ponytail. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and untucked it, so that it hung sloppily over his belt, then ran his hands through his hair until it was no longer tidy.
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anke. It is part of my Stranded World series.
There was a knot sitting on the skein of reality, a heavy knot with complex weaving that spoke of intentional tying and tangling. Winter walked away from the camp of trailers and RV’s, walked to the small town’s corner store, and passed his suit jacket to the old man sitting at the picnic table there.
“That’s a nice coat.”
“Custom tailored. But I don’t need it where I’m going. I need something less obvious.”
The old man’s bleary eyes turned sharp for a moment. “Son, you’re going to have to change more than the coat for that.”
Winter undid his tie and added it to the sportcoat, then pulled the elastic out of his ponytail. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and untucked it, so that it hung sloppily over his belt, then ran his hands through his hair until it was no longer tidy.
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