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Didn't take long for Adelaide to regret this decision. After twenty minutes Adelaide felt as if she might have to crawl the whole way. The wind wouldn't let her keep balanced. She at first felt the buffeting as malevolence, the wind as a force bent on killing her, but after half an hour she saw the folly of such thinking. This land overpowered people, but it hadn't come to them, they had come to it. It wasn't trying to kill them; it didn't even notice them.
Adelaide stopped to adjust her wool scarf, pull it tighter across her mouth and nose, but it made no difference. She wore gloves. Boots. Two layers of clothing and then her great coat but she might as well be skipping around in her slip, that's how chilled she felt.