The Distant Wound
The coat is red. It is a deep, arterial red. You wear it. The wool is thick. It is heavy. The fabric bites into your shoulders. You do not take it off. You have not taken it off in three days. The lining is damp. It smells of iron. It smells of old blood. You are seven years old. Your name is Thomas. You live in the grey house at the end of the street. The house is large. It is empty. Your...
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