The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The coat hangs on a hook in a room that does not exist, a heavy thing of wool and silence that smells of rain and old iron. You have been carrying it for forty years, though you did not know its weight until it began to pull at your shoulders, dragging you down into the mud of the road. It is a strange burden, this garment, for it was never yours to keep, only to wear. You are a man of few...

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