The Distant Ghost
The glass breaks not with a shattering crash, but with a sigh, a long, thin exhalation of tension finally released into the cold air of the room where you have been sitting for three days, waiting for the silence to tell you what you have already known since the moment you first touched the fabric of the coat. It is a coat of deep, indigo wool, heavy with the weight of winters that have passed,...
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