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... wind whipped at my hair, the cool end-of-winter draft biting at my skin like a savage beast. You don’t get to have this, the air seemed to say. You are helpless before the tides of nature. Nothing. A speck.
Thunder rumbled overhead, a sign of the sky’s anger as it preluded a storm. I glanced at the deep, dark clouds far above. They still mocked me. But the sky was the domain of the phoenix. The rumbles of the world would not cow me.
I looked over the small stadium in front of me ...
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