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... arm was on top of a hill. We didn’t need the glowstones with the rapidly flashing lightning, but had them out anyway. Only Mateo’s horse was giving us trouble, as the constant waves of thunder spooked him. He even bolted and dragged Mateo through the mud for fifty feet at one particularly close strike.
When we returned to the farm, we were caked up to our knees in mud. We all huddled into the open shelter made from split logs. It was used for farming tools and for keeping the harvest dry ...
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