The Distant Affair

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The fox is dead. You see it in the ditch. Its fur is matted with black mud, stiff as iron. One eye is open. It looks at you. You do not look back. You keep walking. The road is long. The trees are tall. They whisper. You do not hear them. You only hear your own breath. It is shallow. It is quick. You are running. Or perhaps you are just walking very fast. It does not matter. The village is far...

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