Fog rolled over the small village as the sun dipped toward the horizon. It blew over the church and a lovely rose garden next to the old stone structure. The air chilled as the sun set, and Sylvester pulled his overcoat tight and buttoned it. Running the finger under the collar, he thought to himself, getting tight, either I'm putting on weight or I have worn this thing for too long. Turning
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