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... ’clock in the morning.
The few remaining streetlights swayed in the wild wind, like dying candles and could go out at any moment.
Panic-stricken crowds filled the shelters and the temple.
"Mommy, will a hero come to save us?"
A mother and daughter hid under a narrow porch, the little girl clutching her teddy bear tightly, tears carving streaks down her delicate face.
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"Someone will."
Her mother ...
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