The Faded Dust
The rain did not fall. It hung. I stood in the mud. The mud was black. It smelled of iron. I smelled of iron. My coat was heavy. The coat was wool. It was grey. It was mine. It had been mine for ten years. I bought it in London. I wore it to the war. I wore it to the court. I wore it to the grave. The grave was not ready. I was not ready. I looked at the coat. The coat looked back. It knew what...
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