The Wistful Letter

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October 14, 1924 The coat arrived before I did. It hung on a brass hook in the corner of Mr. Vane’s office, a heavy thing of black wool that seemed to swallow the light from the window. I am thirty-two years old. I need this job. My mother’s debts are a chasm I cannot jump, and the winter is coming down on us like a lid. Mr. Vane, a man with eyes like polished stones, did not look at me when I...

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