The Wistful Cipher

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The coat was gone. I stood in the doorway of the train station, the cold November air biting at my cheeks, and knew with a sudden, vertiginous clarity that the wool overcoat I had worn for the last three days was no longer on my back. It was not in my hand. It was not draped over the bench where I had sat, waiting for the 8:15 to London. It had simply ceased to be part of my physical reality,...

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