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The thunderous
noise approached the
crowd. Abigail clutched
tightly to Saffron’s arm, her face
a mask of terror. Her voice quavered,
barely audible above the roar from the road.
‘Ronnie, what’s happening? I’m totally freaked! This is just soooo not-good. Who are they? What do they want?’
