The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The coat was brown. It had once been a deep, resonant mahogany, the color of dried blood or old oak. Now it was the color of dust. "You wear it too much," my sister said. She stood by the window. The glass was thick. It fogged with the breath of the street outside. Rain lashed the pane. It sounded like static. I did not look at her. I looked at the coat. I held it by the lapels. The wool was...

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