The Wistful Silence

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The rain lashed the glass. It was cold. Edward stood by the window. He held the coat. It was red. A deep, arterial red. It was his father’s. It had been dry for ten years. Now it was wet. The water seeped into the wool. It darkened the fabric. It made it heavy. Edward felt the weight in his hands. He felt it in his bones. The door opened. A gust of wind howled. Then it closed. Silence...

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