The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The coat is red. It has always been red. You remember the color before you remember your own name. It is a deep, arterial crimson, stitched with thread that glows faintly in the dark. The fabric is heavy. It drapes over your shoulders like a second skin. It is warm. You are cold. The world outside the window is gray and wet and smells of coal smoke and wet stone. You are not human. You know...

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