The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 03:14:08 -

The coat was wool. Heavy. Grey. It smelled of damp earth and old tobacco. I wore it every day. Every day, I pulled it over my shoulders. The fabric was stiff. It did not bend easily. It resisted my arms. It clung to me like a second skin. A skin that was slowly rotting. I was a tailor. I lived in a city of stone and fog. The buildings were tall. They scraped the grey sky. I worked in a small...

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