The Faded Road
You wear the coat. It is black wool. Heavy. Stiff at the shoulders. The lapels are wide. The buttons are brass. You have worn it for thirty years. It has not changed. The world has. The world has moved on. You have not. The house is quiet. Too quiet. The walls are thick stone. Old stone. It smells of dust and dried lavender. You stand in the hallway. Your boots are polished. Your hands are...
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