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... ential rain poured down on his head.
The large leaves of the tropical trees growing thickly around him caused a rumbling similar to a percussion instrument being struck repeatedly.
In all seriousness, Heivia Winchell wanted to check to make sure his neck was working properly. That was how heavy the rain constantly falling on his head was.
“...Dammit. Everything stinks of mud. Whatever happened to the coral ocean?”
The time was just before midnight.
He was ...
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