On a wild and lonely Scottish hillside stands the shadow of a woman. The fierce wind whips at her long black hair and at her robes. The rain drenches her, and the dampness of the heather seeps into her boots. She stands motionless, seemingly impervious to the effects of the weather, and tears roll down her face. A flash of lightning and the core-shaking rumble of thunder bring her out of her trance, and with a crack she vanishes.
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Two hundred miles away a young woman sits in a cafe, book in hand, an untouched coffee at her side. To the casual observer she looks like any other patron, but look a little closer and it's clear she carries the weight of the world. Ultimately it's her eyes that give her away. A stunning hazel flecked with gold, but reflecting an agony no girl of 19 should know.