The Wistful Silence

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The coat was too heavy for the season. It was a thick wool thing, charcoal grey, smelling of mothballs and old tobacco. Elias held it in his hands. The fabric bunched under his knuckles. It was a winter coat. It was November. The air was thin and sharp. He lived in a house that leaned. The floorboards groaned under his weight. He was an immigrant. He had been here for ten years. He still did...

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