The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The coat is the size of a room you have forgotten to leave. It hangs on the back of your chair, a heavy thing of charcoal wool, smelling of damp stone and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always precedes a storm. You have been wearing it for six weeks. It is not a garment you put on in the morning; it is a skin you were born with, or perhaps one that was stitched to you while you slept,...

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