The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The coat was brown, the color of wet earth and old tea, and it smelled of the damp cellar where it had been stored for thirty years. I held it up to the pale November light in my study, the wool thick with the dust of decades. It was Edward’s coat. Or rather, it was the coat that the Ministry of Quietude had confiscated from Edward’s estate when he was declared Unaligned, and which they...

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