The Faded River

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The Faded River

The wool coat hangs on the hook by the door. You see it every morning. The wool is thinning. The elbows are worn through to the skin. It is a grey coat. It smells of damp wool and old tobacco. You bought it in London three winters ago. The cut was sharp. The fabric was dense. It was a tool for survival. You are a lecturer in thermodynamics. You explain entropy to students who do not care. You...

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