The Distant Garden

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You wear the coat. It is old. The wool is thin. The elbows are bare. You are running. The snow is deep. It bites your face. You are in the wilderness. The trees are black. The sky is gray. You are an exile. You have no home. You have only this. The coat is your skin now. It is torn. It smells of smoke. It smells of fear. You are not alone. You hear footsteps. They are heavy. They are close. Who...

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