The Wistful Crossroads

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"Put it on." Your hands shake. The air is thick. It tastes of copper and rot. You look at the coat. It is red. Not bright. Not fresh. It is the color of dried blood. It is the color of a wound that will not close. You remember your brother. You remember his laugh. It is a memory you have buried deep. You dig it up. You need it. You need the heat of it. You need the light. "Put it on," you say...

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