Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Zöe Beck turned to the window and gazed straight at me. At that very moment, the light in Sam’s apartment went out. I stood in the dim lamplight that could hardly penetrate the fog and looked around. I saw the outlines of the village’s low buildings slowly grow hazy before dissolving into the fog. As the path under my feet vanished, a damp chill crept under my skin. The lamplight was a bodiless flicker without a source. From a distance, I could hear Flann’s laughter.

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