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In the remaining hours of the night, following endless onslaughts of thunder and rain, a third constant briefly rang clear near the Spire shores.

Screaming, in all manner of emotion—one voice.

Agony.

Rage.

Fear.

Grief.

Hysterics, at times.

It lasts for about two hours as the voice finally gave out. All that remained were the last remnants of a dying tempest.