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by on Jun 29, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

900 Words I am running. I am running and it is good, I am running in the dawn–dappled forest and the new air of the day is sharp and good in my lungs. Listen; the hounds are baying. But not all of them, not all, no. I do not hear Philomel. She is a beauty, my Philomel, my lead bitch; her...

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