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Despite the calm, she felt a thrill of excitement that only an autumn morning can supply. Something about the brisk air and the golden tips of the tree branches warned of change to come.
“Take a walk,” he advised. “Sometimes all you need to see clearly is something new to look at.”
It was a perfect autumn day. The sky was that deep blue that one sees only in the heart of fall, and the leaves were reaching their peak of color. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and it was easy to forget there was evil in the world.
On this fine autumn morning, the woods were beautiful and peaceful. Sunlight filtered through the changing leaves, and a light breeze sent some of those leaves wafting slowly down to the ground, where they carpeted the forest floor in blazing yellows, oranges, and vibrant reds.
Petits fours were all well and good, but she was simply not the tea-party type. She liked coffee by the gallon and a pastry strong enough to stand up to it. That’s how she had made it as a reporter.
