A fine mist falls upon Boreham Gardens in the early evening. Those out for a casual stroll may pause for a moment before huddling into their overcoats as the mist brings with it an unpleasantly damp chill; but then - with a forced air of casualness which belies a sudden, panicked urgency - they slowly but purposefully make their way out of the park.
Long-term residents of the borough know well enough that the sudden appearance of a soft wet mist within the precincts of the Boreham estate is an ill portent, and a clear sign that this is not an evening for lingering in and about the otherwise pleasant environs of the Gardens.
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