The White Lightning

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2026-06-19 03:34:33 -

I was ten years old when the lightning came through the wall. It was a birthday party, of all things. My mother had baked a chocolate cake, and my father was attempting to paint it with watercolors -- he always did his best work under social pressure. The storm outside was fierce, the sort of Yorkshire tempest that turns the moors into a sea of gray water. I remember the sound first: not the...

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