This, she thinks, this is what heaven would look like.
She moves slowly along the path, enjoying the soft crunch under her boots, looking around in wonder at the arctic paradise she has stumbled across. She never wants to leave. She'll never leave this place.
Ahead is a fountain, the water turned to ice in a single moment. She reaches out and touches it, half-expecting it to burst into life at her touch.
Something moves.
She sees it out of the corner of her eye and her head flicks towards it.
There's nothing there.
A shadow, she tells herself. A leaf falling from a tree. Something innocent, something completely out of the extraordinary. The gardens are safe, peaceful, perfect. Nothing dangerous could exist inside its walls. It's simply not possible.
She shivers and huddles inside her coat. It didn't feel cold before. Something has changed.
Something...something isn't right.
There! Again! Just a flash of something, just beyond her eyeline.
A dark spot, moving.
Moving fast.
Moving towards her.
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