The Distant Promise

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2026-08-17 16:22:53 -

The coat was black. It had always been black. Now it was grey. Then brown. Then it was the color of dried blood. It hung on the hook in the hallway of the Sanatorium. It was the only thing that did not change. Or so it seemed. Margaret stood before it. Her fingers were pale. Her nails were short. She wore a white dress. The fabric was thin. It clung to her bones. She was a small woman. She was...

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