The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The coat hangs in the hallway. It is dark green wool, heavy and dense, smelling faintly of cedar and old rain. You have worn it for twenty years. The elbows are thin, patched twice with fabric from a shirt you no longer own. The lining is torn at the seam, a long, jagged mouth of black thread unraveling into the gray light. You touch the sleeve. The fabric is rough. It has absorbed your warmth,...

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