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Outside, the sound of rain falling on the ground was a soothing change of atmosphere. The cold breeze was even more calming, and it seemed to dance between the sheets of rain which were falling steadily.
Inside however, it sounded like a powerful storm was raging outside. The roof cried out in agony as forks of lightning scattered above it. Yet it endured, shielding the residents of the manor from the rain.
As was usually the case with Alpha Clark, he was to be found with a bottle beside him. Clark always sought out a glass of whisky whenever something was bothering him. He was sitting in the study, the half-empty bottle on his desk while he swirled the contents of his glass. He seemed to be having an internal debate as he watched the liquid roll around in the glass slowly.
Sierra
