The Distant Nightmare

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The coat was wool. It was dark green. It was heavy. It smelled of lavender and old dust. It hung on the hook by the door. It had belonged to his father. It was his father’s last good thing. It was now his. He was a tailor. He was in his shop. It was a small shop. It was in a city. It was a modern city. It was gray. It was cold. He stood before the coat. He held a pair of shears. He held a...

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