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Everywhere she looked was grey: the dead grass and leafless, skeletal trees, the dark house with its black vines and spires, even the washed-out slope of the mountains, white peaks shrouded by the mist of an overcast sky. It was as if all colour had been leached from the world. Except her. She stood there in blood red, stark against the monochrome.
