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An hour before sunrise. The first, dull half-light of the new day gave silhouettes their dim outlines, pitch against grey slate. A light breeze, chill-edged by the cold cloudless night, was beginning to disperse the rising marsh-mists of morning, picking up a leaf here and there as it cut through the copse.


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