The Wistful Show
Mara dreamed of a coat. It hung on a hook in a room that smelled of damp wool and old pennies. The fabric was heavy, deep red, like dried blood that had time to dry into rust. In the dream, she wore it. It fit perfectly. It made her feel tall. It made her feel like someone who belonged to the house she lived in, rather than just the person who cleaned the floors. She woke with the phantom...
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