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sort that hammered rooftops like furious drums, soaked through coats in seconds, and ruined leather-bound books left too close to an open door. The kind that

dripping onto the wooden floor. His expensive-looking coat clung to him in a soggy mess, water pooling at his feet. He blinked rainwater fr

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hts she'd been shelving a little tighter against her chest. "This