The Wistful Asylum

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The coat was red. It hung by the door. I saw it daily. It was new. It was his. My father wore it. He did not wear it. He kept it. It hung there. A ghost in wool. I hated it. I loved it. I was seven. The house was large. The halls were long. The silence was thick. Father stood still. He was tall. He was cruel. He was the Lord. We were his subjects. We bowed. We obeyed. We feared. The coat...

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