The Wistful Mountain

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a long thing, heavy with the weight of the mountain air. Thomas stood before it. His hand hovered. He did not touch it. The wool was dark. It smelled of damp earth and old smoke. It had been his father’s. Before that, it had been no one’s. It was just a coat. Now it was a tomb. Thomas was a soldier. Or he had been. The uniform was in the closet. The...

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