Hans nodded slowly, finished pulling the shirt on, and then the richly embroidered vest. He was still somewhat discomfited at wearing the clothes of a dead man. It somehow seemed wrong, in spite of the evidence presented. He suspected his life for the next few weeks would be a constant balance of this kind. He pulled the blue-grey flight coat over top and fastened two of the buttons. The flight goggles were shoved in a coat pocket.
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