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Chapter 1



It wasn't possible to discern where the sound was coming from, but it was there. Behind him.

Chink, chink, chink.

Getting louder, echoing off the mist-damp walls of the alleyway. The man quickened his pace. His breath steamed in the brisk morning air, each little cloud coming quicker.

Chink, chink, jingle.

The sound filled his head like a cacophony as it filled the alley. He wasn't far from the end, he could see the park which it led onto. His heavy feet were now trying to run but his back wasn't up to it anymore.

The sound was all around him, chinks, jingles, a swoosh.

Then silence.

The man lay on the ground. From a distance he looked like he was sleeping. There were no more clouds of breathe. No more fear.  

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