Why was I here? And where was here, anyway? I knew we were somewhere on the North Yorkshire Moors, heading towards the Lion Inn up at Blakey Ridge, but other than that, I had no idea how far we had come, or how far we had left to go. My clothes were wet, down to my underwear, and my blistered feet had been wet since we had set off this morning. To top all of this off, it was hard to see any further than a few feet in front of us because of the mist...
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