The Golden Visit
The coat was red. It hung on the hook by the door, a splash of crimson in the grey hallway. Margaret stared at it. It had been there for three days. She had hung it there on Tuesday. She had not taken it off since. The office was quiet. The heating system hummed a low, droning note that vibrated in her teeth. Outside, the city moved in a blur of rain and steel. Inside, the fluorescent lights...
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