It's a faded old cloak, one that has seen far too many winters and far too few cleaning spells. Meticulously sewn patches interrupt the worn black fabric, mending rips and tears with colorful bandages. A yellow flannel square above the knee covers a scrape earned from an untied shoelace, tripped over whilst hiding under an invisible cloak and
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