The Golden Downtown

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The heavy wool of the coat hung on the back of the oak chair in the hallway, its dark green fabric absorbing the pale, winter light that leaked through the frosted glass of the front door, a silent sentinel that had waited for thirty years for the hands that had once worn it to return, though they would never come back in the flesh, only in the memory that clung to the wool like static...

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