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Something about the wind had been bothering him for a long time now. Not
the sound it made or the way it felt on his skin, but rather the question
of where it had been before it came in through his window. In the whisper
of the wind he heard tales of wide lands covered with trees and grassy fields
with snaking fences. Stories about places in a world so much larger than
he had ever imagined.
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