The Distant Metropolis

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The coat is red. Not a bright, festive red, but a deep, arterial crimson that seems to drink the dim light of the room and offer it back in a duller, heavier shade. You have worn it for thirty years. It is wool, thick and scratchy, smelling faintly of lavender and the metallic tang of old blood, though you have never bled from it. You hold it in your lap now, your fingers digging into the...

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