The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

You are old. The house is old. The air tastes of dust and iron. The coat hangs by the door. It is black. It was once velvet. Now it is felt. It is thin. You touch it. The fabric pulls. It tears. "Mother," you say. She does not look up. She is mending a sock. The needle is silver. It glints. "Put it on," she says. "It is torn." "Wear it anyway." You look at the coat. You look at her. She is...

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