The Faded Road
The fox had been dead for three days, or perhaps four, and its body lay in the center of the gravel drive like a discarded piece of brown fur, stiffening in the cool morning air. Margaret Holloway stood at the end of the driveway, holding a cup of cold coffee that had gone skin over, and watched the sun climb over the low hills to the east. She did not move to bury it. She did not call the...
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