She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. Wood and Thames taking their places on either side of it, and Jack at a little distance behind. ‘This is not a place for a man.
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