The Faded Apartment

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The coat was still hanging on the hook by the door when I left, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that had smelled of my father’s tobacco and the rain for forty years, and I knew I was leaving it behind not because I had forgotten it, but because I needed the weight of it to remain in the apartment, anchoring the ghost of the man I had been to the floorboards while I became someone else, someone...

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