The Faded Apartment

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The coat was not merely a garment but a fortress of wool and thread, a heavy, charcoal-black thing that my father had worn for thirty years, the fabric worn to a soft, ghostly gray at the elbows and the shoulders where the weight of his own life had pressed against the material until it became part of the weave itself. He had handed it to me on a Tuesday, the kind of ordinary, gray-tinged day...

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