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Chapter 3 Prelude


I remember those hot summer days in the Midwest when the storm clouds would gather on the horizon. In the distance you could see the flashes of lightning strike the earth. As the storm approached the darker it became. Just before the winds and the rain were unleashed there would be eerie calm and silence all around. Had there been no ominous black clouds no one would be alarmed. Then all of a sudden the towns´ warning siren would alert the people and they hurry to their basements for shelter. Only a fool would dare to face the fierceness of storm.

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