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Perscors woke to the sound of rushing waters. The stream, near which he had slept, had become a raging river, with waves like an ocean's.
Rain began to fall, steadily but not alarmingly. After brooding on the transformation of the stream, Perscors looked behind him to the east, where the sky was a threatening black.