Never Forget

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BEFORE An icy-cold February morning. A man running along a remote clifftop path. A woman standing on the cliff's edge. A red scarf on the ground between them. AFTER The man is alone - paralysed by fear. The woman is on the beach below - dead. The red scarf is now perfectly - and impossibly - arranged around the woman's broken neck. A handful of seconds. Two lives colliding. WHAT HAPPENED?