The Distant Garden

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The coat was gone by the time I reached the street, and that was the first thing I told myself, though I knew it was a lie. I had worn it for forty years. It had sat on my shoulders like a second skin, heavy with the rain of a hundred London autumns and the smoke of a thousand cigarettes. I was a Constable. I wore the badge. I wore the wool. I wore the silence. When I took it off in the...

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