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... ding. But I also heard the hard drumming of the rain against stone, against flesh, against everything.
Perhaps the rain was mocking me? Sympathizing with me?
Whatever it was, I hated it. Today. I hated today.
Unsure of what was happening around me, I clutched the body tightly in my hands. The charred flesh was still warm. Still warm, and she was already gone. Lira was gone... the realization was setting in, piece by piece, like shards of glass sliding into my chest. And a ...
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