The Faded Portrait

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The road was a ribbon of mud stretching toward the horizon. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. The leather had stiffened. It did not flex. It did not breathe. It held him. It held the world away. He carried a pack. Inside the pack was a coat. The coat was red. It was a deep, arterial red. It had been his wife’s. She had worn it in the hall. She had worn it by the fire. Now it was his. He had...

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