The Faded Portrait

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You stand in the anteroom, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old wool, and you realize that the coat hanging on the iron hook by the door is not merely a garment but a living thing, a second skin that breathes in time with your own ragged chest. It is a heavy, charcoal-black overcoat, the kind your father wore when he was still a man who believed in the clean lines of law, a uniform of...

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