The Golden Quest
March 12 The hem of the coat was fraying, a thin unraveling of navy wool that Elias held in his fingers with the same steady, animal care he gave to anything that belonged to me, his thumb pressing the loose threads flat against the light of the kitchen window. I stood before the mirror, the garment still on my shoulders, feeling the weight of it settle into the familiar hollow of my spine, a...
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