The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-17 19:45:32 -

The coat hung on the nail. It was blue. It was my father’s. It was heavy. It smelled of wool and rain. And old tobacco. I took it off. I held it in my hands. The buttons were brass. They were cold. They were hard. I looked at the lining. It was silk. It was worn. It was thin. I put it back on the nail. I did not wear it. I could not wear it. Not today. Not yet. The house was quiet. The dust...

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