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<p>“A storm is brewing,” said Xileh to his granddaughter, Toril, as they looked out from the balcony of Rigmor's clock tower. The air felt cool and humid as they breathed it in. Clouds were forming in the horizon and the wind started to pick up.</p>
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<p>“Most people can’t tell when one is coming anymore.” He continued. </p>
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<p>“I know. They’ve forgotten how to listen to nature.” Replied Toril, in awe at the spectacle in front of them.</p>
<p><imgalt="computer screen asking for a password" src="../assets/images/read/counting-chapters.png" /></p>
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<p><imgalt="computer screen asking for a password" src="../assets/images/read/freedom-weaver-page-1-truth.png" /></p>
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<p>Toril stared at her computer screen in disbelief. It showed a series of input boxes for a long password, too long to guess. </p>
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<p>"No, no, no, no." She said aloud with serious concern. It was like running into a blue screen, not a good sign at all, especially not on the eve of Halloween, one of the busiest seasons of the year for the city's warehouse. They had a guaranteed delivery to meet.</p>
<p>Toril could not believe her eyes. She had been expecting a return to normal, as normal as Halloween could be. Everyday, her large tv-like monitor on the wall displayed a 2D Pacman-like view of their logistics. Packages showed as dots of different colors on their routes across the city. Without Pacman to eat them though, it was a boring repetitive flow for which all she needed to do was pay attention in case a route was blocked. Blocks were always unexpected and the oddest of circumstances triggered them. They needed solutions just as weird to fix them. </p>
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<p>Instead of that daily repetitive view, her office's blinds shut as a hollographic animation started playing in the middle of the room, above a large, round, built-in worktable. A badger's head appeared, with its characteristic black and white stripes on its face. It moved slightly from side to side like one of those retro bubble head dolls. </p>
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<p>Toril approached the table. The badger was Xileh's favorite animal, perhaps now she would figure out why.</p>
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