The Distant Summer

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The coat was black. It was wool. It was heavy. I wore it. I was a soldier. I stood in the city. The city was gray. The smoke was thick. It tasted of coal. It tasted of ash. It tasted of death. I did not breathe. I held my breath. The coat held me. It was warm. It was safe. It was mine. I am a man of few words. I speak rarely. My voice is low. It is rough. Like stone. Like iron. I am a sergeant....

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