The Distant Cartograph

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The coat hangs by the door. It is heavy, wool, the color of dried blood. You have worn it for twenty years. The elbows are thin. The knees are thin. The lining has torn, revealing a map of your own skin beneath the fabric. It is a uniform. Or it was. You are no longer in service. But the weight remains. It settles on your shoulders like a debt you cannot pay. The house is quiet. Too quiet. Dust...

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