He knew by a sharp and irrefutable instinct who it was. Who else would it be? Instantly, he was awake and sober, his hand reaching for the blessed beads he’d neglected at home. A sharp chill touched him as his hand explored the empty pocket. It was then the sun broke through a gap in the clouds, and daylight streamed down from heaven. The shadow was gone as the wet world glimmered like shining silver, and Clarence let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His head throbbed with pain, and he realized that he was falling.
Clarence
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