The Living Lightning
August 14, 1893 The storm came in from the plains that morning, the kind of storm that makes the earth tremble and the sky split open. I was standing in the barn, watching the first sparks jump between my hands, and I knew that this was the moment I had been preparing for since I was a girl playing in the lightning-scorched fields of Iowa. My name is Clara Stormfield. I am twenty-eight years...
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