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was about to suggest that we go back and check when Laura said, in an urgent whisper, ‘Look!’ Something lay on the path ahead. It was immediately obvious what it was, but I had to stoop to make sure, picking it up and holding it out to Laura. It was Alina’s boot. Black, leather, the zip half undone. ‘Oh my God.’
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