“What are you two whispering about?” She turned towards Martin. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly.
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