The Distant Summer
The coat was blue. Not the deep, military navy of our regulation greatcoats, which were meant to swallow us into the landscape, but a lighter, washed-out azure, like the sky over the valley before the rain came. I held it in my hands while I walked through the grey, mist-choked streets of the city, and the fabric felt heavy against my palms, wet with a rain that had no source in the clouds...
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