A chilly autumn night.
Tolerable when the air is still, but as the wind blows
it sends the feeling of a frozen metal spike into the spine.
Her pace is steady. Her arms are crossed to keep the
chill out of her body.
Just ahead, an old, rusty lamppost is the only source of light.
The candescence is surrounded by a dim ring, fading in the distance.
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