Misty loved Cerulean City at dawn. She loved the sound of industry pouring through her open bay windows: shops unshuttering, bicycles chiming, newspapers rustling. It was the sound of industry and life.
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It rained for days. Not the gentle intermittent rain of Malcolm’s childhood that dampened quiet beaches and give way to the glorious sun, but an angry torrent of neglected Gods.
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