The Faded Ruin
You wear the coat. It is wool. It is gray. It is thin. The fabric has stretched. It sags at the elbows. It hangs loose at the waist. You feel it breathe against your skin. It is part of you. It is your skin. You are the coat. The coat is you. There is no space between. You are in the office. The air is cold. The fluorescent lights buzz. It is a low hum. It is a constant. It never stops. You sit...
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