The Golden Echoes
The coat was the first thing I left behind. It hung on the back of a chair in the breakroom, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that had once belonged to my father, and now to the office, and now to nothing at all. I stood before the mirror, adjusting my tie, trying to smooth the crease in my shirt, but the glass showed me only a stranger. A man with hollow cheeks and eyes that reflected the...
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