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The thunder deepened. It sounded as if the sky people were rearranging their furniture up in the watery clouds—moving table and chairs, snapping out curtains, and rumbling in their deep voices to one another. Rain began to fall, a few streaks at a time, and then more fully. The pinions atop the walls swayed, folding inwards on itself and curling around its pole.

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