The Distant Machine

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The coat was heavy. That is the first thing I must say, because the weight of it is the only thing that ever felt real to me in that house. It was a thick, charcoal wool thing, lined with silk that had gone brittle with age, smelling of lavender and something sharper, like burnt copper. I was seven years old, small enough to slide into the sleeves, and I wore it not for warmth, but for...

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