The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The coat was red. It hung on the hook by the door. It had been red for ten years. Or perhaps it had always been red. I could not say for sure. My memory of the color was thin, like frost on glass. It wore thin. I put it on. The wool bit my skin. It smelled of damp earth and old smoke. The buttons were brass. They were cold. "Ready?" asked Elias. He stood by the window. The rain blurred the...

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