His name was Jeremy, and the wind was especially bothersome tonight. Actually, the wind had bothered him for a long time. Not the sound it made, nor the touch against his skin, but rather thoughts of its source. The wind storming through his window tonight was the same wind that had blown across the land, through the trees, and across the fields of wild glass with sinuous fences. It had passed through cool grey city-canyons of stone, steel and glass. It had screamed across the frozen tundra, and blasted across the veldt. It had witnessed the birth, growth and death of countless civilizations, all long forgotten. In some way, Jeremy thought the wind - this particular wind, this particular night - was telling the story of a world ever so much larger than he had dared to imagine.

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