The Golden Harbor
I wore the coat. It was silk. Black. It fit me. Too well. I dreamed of it. Always. A garment of shadow. Cut from the night. I touched it. In the dream. My fingers slid over the lapel. Smooth. Cold. Like a river stone. Like a grave. I woke. The coat was there. On the chair. In my room. In the house. In the city. Which city? I did not know. The buildings were grey. Stone. Old. The air tasted of...
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