Apr. 13th, 2010

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Urquhart comes wandering out into the forest, Saffron's hand in his own.

He'll be arrested again very soon.

But until then, the grass is young and green, the moss is soft, the trees are blossoming and the sky is blue, and it is warm, for April in Scotland.

And Urquhart has a warm, black cloak.

He turns, and smiles at her. A challenge.

To what?

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