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The wind did not howl that night; it screamed, a thin, high-pitched shriek that tore through the gaps in the corrugated iron roof of the bus stop shelter with a sound like tearing flesh. Margaret sat on the cold metal bench, her knees drawn up to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself as if she could hold her own bones together by force of will. She was not cold, not exactly, but the chill...

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