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A Chance of Rain

  • Writer: Carrie Classon
    Carrie Classon
  • Jul 28
  • 1 min read

The hour passed. I opened my eyes. Even though the chapel is lit only by candles and the windows are stained glass, it still seemed darker than it should be. Then I heard a crash of thunder. I looked at my watch. 7:00 exactly.

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