The Wistful Voyage
The coat hangs on the back of the chair, a heavy thing of dark wool that has absorbed the dampness of the harbor and the smoke of a hundred fires, and it is the only object in the room that seems to possess a weight greater than its physical mass, as if it were made of compressed time or solidified grief, and you stand before it with your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the rough...
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