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It had been raining for days. Days and days, and it wouldn't let up. He was getting cabin fever, the power inside him humming at its confinement.
He was a new wizard, his power not yet tamed. And all it wanted to do was get out.
They'd come to him in the dark of night, bringing him to this cabin and telling him he could not leave until it stopped raining. But it hadn't stopped raining.
And he was losing it. He was losing his grip on the power. And if they didn't come back, he knew calamity would strike.
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Short StoryFlash Fiction ● A form of fiction that "communicates via caesuras and crevices. There is no asking more, no premise of comprehensiveness, because flash fiction is a form that privileges excision over agglomeration."
