The Distant Garden

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The coat was the only thing in the room that still had a spine, stiff with the dust of a decade and the sweat of a man who had forgotten how to breathe, and I watched it hang on the hook by the door, that heavy, charcoal wool silhouette that used to belong to my brother, Julian, before the world had ground him down into powder and scattered him across the cobblestones of our shared memory, and...

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