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The night wasn’t cold enough to warrant wearing my coat, but, as the fabric of it was darker than the sleeves of my shift, I wore it anyway.
Finn and I strolled arm in arm to the edge of town, me doting on him and whispering sweetly in his ear, him nodding and beaming at every person we passed. My nerves didn’t begin to shout until we’d reached the southernmost home in town.
There was only a narrow trail leading toward the mine, almost as though the town wasn’t meant to acknowledge the hole in the earth near their doorstep.
Once we’d slipped into the shadows behind the last house, we moved more quickly. There were low bushes along the way, but nothing big enough to offer any real hope of hiding. So, we just kept walking, counting on the dark of the night to shield us from prying eye
