Photo courtesy Susan @ Stony River

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 ‘The view is bbre.aa.tth.takk.inng,’ he gasped as the fog closed in and a cold hatred pushed him mercilessly into the icy depths below.

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They hoped to close the distance at the place they had first met, but the fog of distrust in their hearts lay too thick to bridge the gap. 

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