The Coat That Spanned Timelines - Memory of the Warrior Me

There’s something about a long black leather trench coat.
Something that hums in my bones like ancestral memory—familiar and dangerous.
I wore one as a teenager. Rebellion in my blood, sides of my head shaved, hair in a high ponytail like a warrior from a forgotten age.

Back then, I didn’t know what I was remembering.
I just knew I was different.
Drawn to lone wolves and fierce protectors. People who could kill if they had to—but only because their heart was too big to allow the innocent to suffer.

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