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... her back casually, tossing branches into the air every so often, before shooting up bolts of lightning from her fingertips.
Every time the farmers heard the lightning bolts, they winced, recalling their fight from the previous day. Rick could feel that he was different, but he wasn’t sure if he was different because he had died, or if he felt different because he was over thinking about feeling different.
“You think too much,” Jurot said from beside the farmer.
“Sorry?” ...
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