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Her back crawled, her muscles twitched involuntarily; he was behind her. The Dark man. He was going to destroy her at any moment. Spider awoke to the steady rhythm of windscreen wipers.
Spider had never travelled, she had never had the chance. When she reached what people for miles around called 'The Big Road', she had considered turning back.
The Wirrens had lived at the farm for as long as Spider could remember.
Spider hurt, the pain was the first thing she was aware of, it shuddered through her body, made her twist and clench.
The rain crept over the dark elms and the lake, over the broken plough lying useless in the field, over the dead stones; it crept like death itself coming for granny Wirren, and she knew it.