Nobody out walking that day in this verdant corner of England will forget the woman’s screams.Punchy cries at first, giving way to something more prolonged, a high-pitched screech rising above the muffled roar of the M25 in the valley below. Then, quite suddenly, whimpering and finally silence.That was appalling enough. Unerasable. ‘It will live with me for ever,’ said an elderly man who came to lay flowers yesterday in tribute to the as-yet unidentified victim –
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