The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-17 22:25:47 -

The coat is red. It was always red. You remember the day it was new, the dye so deep it looked like dried blood. Now it hangs on the hook by the door, faded to the color of a bruise, the wool thin and moth-eaten at the elbows. You touch it. The fabric is cold. It has been cold for a long time. Outside, the wind howls through the pines. It is a sound like breathing. A wet, rattling breath. You...

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