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... he cold fog slowly dissipates.
In his hands, he fiddles with a silver lighter, and with a flick of his fingertips, an occasional flame quivers to life, illuminates his face, and is then extinguished by the cold wind. All around is silent, the only sound is the frantic beating of her heart in her ears.
Had he come early in the morning, or...
Had he arrived the night before, enduring the whole night?
Tim Payne stands still, watching her approach slowly.
"Mor ...
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