The Cold Country

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The Cold Country

The fox came back on a Thursday. I don't know why Thursdays matter. They don't. But it was a Thursday, and that's what I remember, because when you're fifty-four and your life is falling apart, you cling to the small things like a man clinging to a rope over a cliff. The fox was red. Not silver. Not white. Just red—the colour of dried blood and autumn leaves and everything that dies slowly in...

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