The Wistful Silence

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The rain tastes like copper. You know this. You have tasted it before, in other lives, in other skins, but the memory is not yours. It belongs to the coat. You wear it. It is a heavy thing, woolen, dark as the earth before the frost. It smells of wet dog and old paper. It smells of the war you did not fight, yet which fights you. You are in the bus. The glass is fogged. Your breath fogs it. You...

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