The woman pulled the world along a road. There was a city ahead. The sky was cloudy.
Tugging and pulling it seemed to the world that Kate Shepard never stopped pulling.
Looming in front of her was a broken down place covered in wet moss.
Cracks of thunder roared over her head and her hair started to weigh down with rain.
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