The Distant Summer

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I woke with the smell of wet wool in my nose. It was thick. Heavy. It coated the back of my throat. I lay still. The room was dark. Rain tapped against the glass. A slow, rhythmic drumming. I sat up. The air was cold. It bit my skin. I felt naked. I felt seen. I looked down. There was a coat on the bed. It was not mine. It was grey. A faded, dusty grey. The wool was matted. It looked heavy with...

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