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I wake and I’m soaked to the bone. It’s not nightmare-inducted sweat. It’s a chilling breeze that is blowing the mist from the waterfall in our direction. My body shakes in the cold.
It’s dark but not the usual pitch black. The reflection of a light shimmers on the river. It looks like a spotlight.
How long have we been sleeping? The stiffness in my neck and arms suggests quite a while. The others are lost in slumber. At least we’re alive. I switch on my comms.
‘Is everything okay?’ says Charles. ‘You haven’t moved from that position in some time. I was beginning to think—’
‘We’re fine.’ Although I still can’t condone Charles and his lies, I think I understand him. Life was never black and white, only grey. ‘It’s night but it’s not as dark as usual. Do you know what’s causing the l
