The Distant Journey

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The coat was too big. That was the first thing I noticed, the way it swallowed my shoulders and hung heavy around my ankles, smelling of old wool and damp earth. It belonged to Thomas, my brother, who had left three winters ago and never written back. We found it folded in the back of the attic, pressed between the moth-eaten quilts and the boxes of letters we were too afraid to open. When I...

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