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***Wet as Rain*** 215: Black as night; wet as rain. This last memory will always remain. Kru’Nah climbed the steps to the stage. His boots scraped against the fresh wood. His fingers flexed against the rigid covers of the Writings. He knelt and set the book gently against the back of the stage.…