The Faded Photograph

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The wool of your sister’s coat is the only thing that still smells of rain and woodsmoke, a scent that has seeped into the fibers so deeply it now seems to breathe on its own, a ghost trapped in the weave that you have carried for three years across the jagged hills of the northern valley, the same coat that once served as the vessel for the spirit of the dead and now serves only as a shroud...

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