A Roll and a Whistle

In the distance, where the dawn meets the earth for the first time, is a carriage made for those who must be wicked. Or perhaps people must find a reason behind unfortunate events, so there’s always someone to blame. Having reason is, after all, about having control.

The carriage is therefore one of superiority; one that rolls downhill and barrels into not any old house, but one it fancies, and stops just long enough to give a good reason for the owner to leave.

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