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... its gentle rays, illuminating a tall figure standing at the edge of the cliff.
The sound of whistling wind engulfed the area, the storm below raging furiously. Yet it did nothing to calm the racing thoughts of the man as he stared down the cliff with a cold, somber expression.
"I'm sorry, kid," the spirit muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on Atticus disappearing into the storm below.
In the next instant, loud, booming laughter erupted, shaking the air and reverber ...
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