The Loss of Demeter 4
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Marshal leaned against the railing of the balcony overlooking the ocean, the heaviness of the still, moisture-laden tropical air matched by the feelings that seeped into his very bones, feelings of defeat and frustration. He watched the last remnants of the setting sun, a glorious bright orange display reflecting off the distant grey storm clouds, belying the pending violence, and wished for even a slight breeze, something that would physically cool him, and emotionally hint that change was possible. It would be cooler inside, but he wanted, no needed, to gauge the night. The heavy air was still now, but the gathering storm clouds and the virtually continuous flash of lightning in the distance foreshadowed the coming monsoon-like rains, a deluge that would tax their protective field generators and signal the planet’s final violence against their presence here.