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Rain slit through the air. It stole the breath from the children, and wood burned to fight its wicked sting. Boots scurried, doors slammed. Everyone holed up inside to wait out the Forty-Five.

“Forty-Five: Fifteen”

Natalie Wilson, Co-Editor December 19, 2016

The generators above whirred into silence. Dark settled around the city, enveloping every life in a shivering cold. Rain slit through the air. It stole the breath from the children, and wood burned to...

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