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As August approached, the rain lashed on the grounds of Psyche Sect. Fortunately, they have working sewage that prevented flood to bank on any part of the school. The only problem was how distractive the pound of rain could get. It was almost as though it was drumming on the roof, as though showers of pebbles were actually falling from the sky.

Hera was stuck on her afternoon classes. They’re barely spent half an hour from their first session, yet it looked like the horizon had yielded in the storm. The sky outside was covered with dark clouds that it seemed the night had decided to come early.

The chairs in the theater-like room were shoved in the corner, giving a wide berth for the students to face each other. Students were paired and were seated facing each other on the flight of steps, Mr. Castro sweeping the room to assist their attempts. Hera had so far regarded this activity dull and less intriguing than the rage of the storm outside. Even her classmates w