The Wistful Silence

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The coat was waiting for me, as it always does, draped over the back of the chair in the corner of the flat. It is a garment of charcoal wool, heavy and dense, smelling faintly of lavender and the damp earth of the city outside. I have worn it for thirty years. It is not merely a piece of clothing; it is a second skin, a shield, a memory woven into thread. I am Elias, and I am a man who has...

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