That’s not the concern in St. Louis. Tornados are the thing there. A while back they had a series rip through and now you can drive down the street to the tune of torn-up houses that have sat for years without repair. Punched-down roofs, kicked-in doors. It’s like God decided that the Gateway to the West had been a bad boy and needed some hands-on divine discipline. Lilith grew up to the tune of the sirens, that wailing wind, but never got used to them. That was easily half the reason she left – she couldn’t take the idea of the already half-destroyed city being chipped away around her. Sometimes you leave what you love because seeing it decimated hurts your heart, your being. You would rather be without it than let it be without itself.
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