“The cold of the wind had never bothered her but the chill inside this fog crept under her skin and curled itself around her bones. Voices within the greyness whispered to her but she could not make out their words. She turned and turned, peering into the mists, but could not see a thing. She was disorientated and dared not take a step in any direction for fear of toppling over the low rampart wall. She turned again and he was there.”
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