The Wistful Voyage
The chandelier spun. It was a kinetic sculpture, a cage of silver wire and glass beads that hummed with a low, electric thrum. In the center, suspended by a monofilament thread thinner than a spider’s silk, hung the coat. It was a long, charcoal wool overcoat, tailored with a precision that suggested architecture rather than fashion. It did not sway. It stood rigid, a silhouette against the...
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