The Wistful Dinner

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The coat was red. It hung by the door. Maren saw it. She did not touch it. Her brother stood in the hall. He wore the same red. No. Not the same. The coat was there. He was not. Or perhaps he was. The air was thick. It smelled of rain. And old wool. "Did you see it?" Maren asked. Her voice was small. A thread. Torn. Her brother, Elias, looked at her. His eyes were dark. Deep wells. No bottom....

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