The Distant Threshold
The heavy wool coat is still wet when you pull it off, the dampness seeping into the lining of your skin like a cold, persistent rumor. It is a thick, charcoal-grey garment, weighted with the history of the last decade, and as you hang it on the back of the chair in the small, sterile room, you feel a phantom sensation of its presence against your shoulders, a ghost of warmth in the chill air....
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