The mist at daybreak was thick and grey and dreary, and it embraced the ground like an enormous cloak draped across the shivering shoulders of a small, freezing girl on a frosty day of autumn. From the sky fell a silent rain of cold, silvery beads, which pierced the peaceful stream where the wild animals went to quench their morning thirst, but the shore was remarkably empty this morning, and the stream had grown to the point of a lesser flood.
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