The Distant Temple

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The coat was red. It had been red for forty years. My husband, Thomas, wore it every day. He did not wash it. He did not mend it. He only wore it. It fit him poorly. The sleeves were too long. The collar sat high against his jaw. It looked like a skin that had grown over him, tight and suffocating. We lived in the old house on the hill. The walls were thick. The air was cold. We did not speak...

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