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Chapter 63: When The Rain Was Just A Rain [8]
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... ould be on the stove. He could almost hear his mother muttering about the afternoon heat while shooing him away from the kitchen table.
The Valery kitchen was tucked away in a quiet bend of the hall, but today it was anything but quiet. Metallic clanks, rushed voices, and the smell of something burning?—spilled into the corridor.
What in the world…
He stepped inside.
"Hey, what is this?" a girl asked, holding up an egg like it was a rare artifact.
"I heard ...
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