The Distant Garden
The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was brown. The wool was thin. It had holes in the elbows. Margaret touched the sleeve. The fabric was cold. She did not put it on. She sat in the chair. The chair was hard. The wood bit into her legs. Thomas walked in. He wore a grey suit. The cut was sharp. It fit him well. He smelled of tobacco. He smelled of power. He looked at the coat. He did not...
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