The Faded Portrait

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The coat is red. It was red once, a deep, arterial crimson that matched the blood rushing in your veins when the fever took hold. Now it is the color of dried rust, of old pennies left in the rain, of bruises that have gone cold and hard under the skin. You wear it because you have nothing else that fits the shape of the man you used to be. The wool is thin, worn smooth by years of friction...

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