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The thought of Mrs Baker back at the cottage with the dogs, the windmill towering darkly above them, the November wind roaring over the Downs, slamming into the aged bricks, tugging at the rotting sweeps and rattling the fan stage made Astrid very uneasy indeed. As they’d driven away down the hill that morning, she’d turned to look back at the
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