The Distant Threshold

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The coat hangs on the hook by the door, a heavy thing of charcoal wool that smells of damp wool and old smoke. You have worn it for three days, and now it feels less like a garment and more like a second skin, a shell you have grown into so tightly that removing it would be like flaying your own flesh. It is a standard issue uniform, yes, the kind the Ministry of Reconciliation hands out to...

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