The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The coat is gone. You stand in the hallway. It is empty. The air is cold. It smells of dust. And wet wool. You check the closet. Empty. You check the hook. Empty. You check the floor. Empty. You remember the weight. It was heavy. It was warm. It was yours. Now it is not. You look at the mirror. Your face is pale. Your eyes are wide. You do not blink. You hear a sound. A knock. Three times....

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