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Chapter 13 The Four Quarters |
| "There was no doubt in my mind that this was not a normal storm, but it wasn't long before I didn't care anymore. I basked in the rain falling on my face, relished the wind flying through my hair, and laughed when the cloud cried out with a thunderclap. Could this be. . . ." |
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