The Faded Photograph

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The coat was red. That was the first thing I knew. It was a deep, arterial crimson, dyed with a wool so fine it felt like smoke against my skin. I wore it in the dream, and it did not belong to me, yet it fit with a terrifying precision, as if the fabric had been woven from my own breath. I was walking. The ground beneath my boots was wet with the gray slush of late autumn. The air smelled of...

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