The bitter winter was receding from Devon in March. Temperatures were rising, the snow was beginning to melt, and tender green shoots were pushing through the muddy, difficult ground as the earth came back to life.
A young man in a trench coat appeared without warning, casually stepping on a newly sprouted shoot and pressing it back into the mud as he walked slowly toward a house not far away.
With a creak, the door of the house was pushed open.
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