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WHERE THE RAIN REMEMBERS

META'S POV:

The shrill, disorienting blare of a horn ripped me from the darkness. A cacophony of beeping, screaming tires, and the angry shouts of drivers assaulted my ears, a violent symphony of a world I didn't recognize. My eyes shot open. I was in my car, parked haphazardly on the side of a...