The Distant Garden

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The coat hung on the hook. It was red. Miles stood before it. His hands shook. He held the buttons. "Leave it," he said. The room was white. The floor was tile. The air smelled of bleach. He looked at the mirror. The glass was dark. He saw his face. It was old. The eyes were tired. He turned back to the coat. It was his wedding coat. He had worn it for ten years. He had worn it to the lecture...

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