The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fox is dead. It has been dead for three days. You do not know why it died, or why you care so much that your hands shake when you look at the carcass in the alley behind the bakery. It is a small thing. Red fur matted with grime. One ear torn. You found it yesterday, curled in the shadows of the dumpster, breathing with a rattle like dry leaves. Today, the rattle is gone. You are Thomas....

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