The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The coat was brown. Not a rich brown. Not a warm chestnut. It was the color of wet dirt. The color of a bruise that would not heal. It hung on the hook by the door. It had hung there for eleven years. It had hung there for eleven years. It smelled of cold rain and stale coffee. It smelled of the hallway. It smelled of the office. It was a wool blend. Heavy. Clumsy. It swallowed light. It...

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