The Distant Threshold

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The coat was wool. Navy blue. Heavy. It had belonged to my father. It was too big for me. I wore it to work. Every day. The office was cold. The building was old. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes danced in the light. I was a clerk. I filed papers. I answered phones. I was invisible. The coat smelled like tobacco. And rain. And memory. It was fraying at the cuffs. The elbows were shiny. It...

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