The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The coat was gray. It had been gray for twenty years. It was now the color of wet ash. It fit no one. It fit Marcus. Marcus wore it to work. He wore it home. He slept in it. The wool had thinned at the elbows. The collar was frayed. It smelled of dust and old rain. It was not a coat. It was a skin. He drove the van. The route was fixed. North to South. East to West. The map was a grid. The grid...

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