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    Open Chronicles When it Rains...

    drip... drip... drip... Thin lines of blurred black were all he could first see, and like the stench that filled his nostrils, it stung. His eyelids slammed shut, daring to only slowly peel open after a quick rub with his hand. There was no bright light or such which caused this for him. There...