The Faded River

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The Faded River

You lose the coat on a Tuesday. It is a red coat. It is heavy wool, thick enough to block out the wind that cuts through the valley. It belongs to your mother. You are seven years old. You are standing in the center of the schoolyard, and the coat is gone. Not stolen. Not lost. It is simply no longer there. The air where it hung on your shoulder feels thin. Cold. The bell rings. It is a sharp...

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