The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The wool coat had been my father’s before it was mine, and before that, perhaps, his father’s. It was a heavy thing, a charcoal grey that had faded to the color of storm clouds in a sky that never cleared. I wore it every day, from the first frost of November until the thaw of April. It smelled of mothballs and old tobacco, a scent that had soaked into the fibers so deeply that no amount of...

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