The Distant Garden
The coat is gone, and you are the one who packed it, though the hands that folded the wool into a square the size of a brick seem to belong to a stranger who has lived your life for forty years and decided that the weight was finally too much to carry down the stairs of the municipal building where your career as a sanctioned protector of public order has quietly ended. You stand in the doorway...
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