The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-20 05:33:01 -

The coat was red. It had been red for thirty years. I remember the day I packed it into a cardboard box, the cardboard damp with the rain that had seeped through the roof of my childhood home in Ohio. I was leaving for London. I was leaving everything. The coat hung on a wire hanger in my suitcase, pressed flat like a corpse. I told myself it was just a garment. Wool. Cheap, itchy wool. But as...

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