The man looked surpised when the person spoke: it was obvious this was a young boy. "Well, I just can't leave you here. Why are you here under the rain? Where are your parents?"
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"It's a wind that guides me, It's a dream or prophecy...
It's a song or litany, It's a crying of agony...
Torment... I will burn you! Who said I won't be able to?"
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