have bruises the next day. One of the dogs took a step forward and growled again, low and menacing. A word popped into my head. Rabies. With it came images of foaming mouths, thrashing bodies, heat and pain and death. ‘I think,’ Alina whispered, ‘I would rather walk to the nearest town than stay here with them. If we walk along the edge of the tracks it should only take a couple of hours.’ ‘What time is it?’ Laura asked. I checked my watch. ‘Just after three.’ ‘Then we’ll be there in time for breakfast,’ Alina said. I nodded. ‘Laura, are you OK with this plan?’ She looked at the dogs, then
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