The Distant Promise

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The coat was red. It was not a bright red. It was the red of dried blood. It was the red of old roses. It sat on the chair. It waited. I left it there. I left it behind. I walked to the door. I opened the door. The wind bit. The cold was sharp. It cut my face. I stepped out. I did not look back. I did not touch it. It stayed. It is still there. I know this. I am certain. It waits for me. It...

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