The Faded Ruin
The coat had been hanging in the corner of the apartment for three weeks, its wool fibers matted with the damp, gray dust of the city, a heavy, silent witness to the quiet disintegration of my life, and I sat on the edge of the unmade bed, watching the light fade from the single window that looked out onto the endless, humming machinery of the Sector, knowing that if I did not put it on before...
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