The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The coat hung on the back of my chair, a heavy thing of charcoal wool, its buttons worn smooth by decades of friction. It was not a garment that announced its presence; it simply existed, a dark mass of fabric that seemed to absorb the light from the window rather than reflect it. I had worn it so long that the distinction between my skin and the wool had blurred, the fibers knitting themselves...

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