The Pale Mist
You tell her that the coat is merely fabric, a collection of wool fibers and synthetic blends, a technical assemblage of thread and dye that holds no more essence than the dust motes dancing in the slanting afternoon light that cuts through the single pane of glass in the window of your cramped office, where you sit surrounded by the towering, precarious stacks of journals and monographs that...
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