The air writhed, drenched in rain and split into jagged pieces by sharp flashes of lightning. Howling winds tore at the branches, pulling leaves from the trees like a spoiled child bent on destroying anything it could get its hands on. Ozone coated her tongue as she tasted the storm, and she smiled. She …
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