The Distant Affair

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The coat was green. Not the deep, dignified green of pine or moss, but a sickly, jaundiced lime that seemed to vibrate against the gray sky. I held it up. It smelled of wet wool and old smoke. It was mine. It had been mine for thirty years. I wore it every day. It was the only thing I owned that still fit. My brother, Thomas, stood across the road. He was thin. His coat was black. It was tight...

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