The Distant Ghost
The coat is yours, and you are the coat. This is the first truth you must accept before the cold can truly take you. It is a heavy thing, a woolen beast of charcoal grey that has long since lost its shape, the elbows stretched into thin, translucent skins, the shoulders hunched over in a permanent bow of apology. You wear it because it is the only thing that separates your blood from the biting...
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