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It was midmorning when they were finally ready to head down to the village. Scout didn’t bother to hold the dogs’ leashes. They both came when she whistled, and there were no other people around to object to dogs on the loose.
The sun emerged from behind the mountain, shining dazzlingly bright off the snow. Scout dug through her pockets until she found the pair of tinted goggles she had put there the day before. She hadn’t known what their purpose was except possibly for fashion when she’d put them in that pocket, but it was obvious now. Looking around for more than a minute or two at that snow would be blinding.
This time there were people in the public square. Not many, maybe not even so much as fifty, but they were all heading to the tramway station. Scout looked up the mountain to
