The Faded Apartment

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The coat hung in the closet like a corpse in a shroud, its wool frayed and thin, the buttons cracked where the tension had finally won out against the fabric. I stood before it, my hand hovering over the hanger, feeling the cold air of the closet brush against my knuckles. It had been three years since I had worn it, three years since I had traded the badge for a hospital bed, and three years...

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