The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The coat was red. Not the dull, dusty crimson of dried blood, but a vibrant, screaming scarlet that seemed to pulse against the grey stone of the corridor. It hung on the hook by the door, a solitary splash of color in a world stripped of hue. Thomas stood before it. He had worn it for thirty years. It had smelled of his wife, of lavender and old paper, of the quiet evenings they had shared...

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