The Wistful Dinner

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The coat was the size of a small room, a heavy thing of black wool that smelled of lavender and old dust, draped over the back of the chair by the window where the rain had been drumming a steady, monotonous rhythm against the glass for the better part of an hour. I had been staring at it for what felt like days, though the clock on the mantel insisted it was only three in the afternoon, a time...

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