Night rain did not stop, as if the world had been made to wait, and then it came, the last drops of the night. The air was still, and the cold wind blew from the north, but it was the only wind that could shake the trees, which were standing like sentinels.
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Night rain did not stop, as if the clouds had been waiting for some chance to escape. The rain fell from the sky in a steady, heavy stream that ran down the sides of the buildings and the alleyways.
The rain had washed away the smell of smoke from the air. But the smell remained. There was a new smell in the air, a smell that could only have come from the blood. A smell that grew stronger every day.
