The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The coat was brown. It hung on the hook. By the door. It smelled of rain. And old tobacco. I touched it. The wool was rough. Under my thumb. I knew it. I had known it. For years. It was mine. Or so I thought. The party was loud. Glass clinked. Voices rose. We were celebrating. My retirement. Twenty years. On the force. I stood there. In the corner. Holding a glass. I did not drink. I watched...

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