The Wistful Incense

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The coat was heavy, not with weight but with a kind of suspended judgment, hanging on the hook in the narrow hallway of my flat in Kensington like a ghost that had forgotten how to leave. It was a charcoal wool, tailored in a cut that had gone out of fashion three decades ago, yet it fit my shoulders with a terrifying precision, as if it had been measured from a body that was slowly dissolving...

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