Ferrell had seen the Rain God of the good city of Reardon only a few times in his long life.
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“A Good Wand Is Hard to Find (Part 2)” [Fiction]
The plants were still producing, though they seemed to struggle; the broad zucchini leaves sagged like broken umbrellas, and the leaves of the basil and parsley curled inward as if they had tasted something sour.
“A Good Wand Is Hard to Find (Part 1)” [Fiction]
The Rain God of Reardon had been missing from the city of almost a month and a half, and its absence was hurting everything. Including Ferrell’s business.
