How It Begins
Rain torrents down, slanting through the air like daggers. The wind hammers against your ears and batters your head as you try to bow down and make your way through the storm. You've been on the same muddy road for hours, and the weather has only intensified. Your boots are soaked and squelching, and the clothes upon your back cling to your skin, pounded by the never-ceasing rain.
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