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       A harsh wind whips at my skin and sends a bitter cold gust down the back of my shirt. A deep rumble booms around me and I clasp my hands to my ears in an attempt to block out the sound but I can't. I continue to walk on, my feet splashing through pools of arctic water. A single strip of gold lightening rips through the clouded skies and strikes a wooden shed across the lawn. It bursts into flames, and I come to a halt. Fire blazes, despite the below freezing temperature. The wooden frame collapses as the fire roars, licking at the wooden fence until it is devoured. Smoke billows upwards, joining the grey skies. The heat from the fire w