A strong wind blew through the trees, rattling the bare branches.
As they brushed against the windows, they made the most horrible noises, like fingernails dragging across my soul. But I focused on my writing, the sound making my book take a darker turn than I intended.
But then I came to a turning point, as I needed to decide which of the twins needed to die, as one of them needed the pain for the finale.
I flipped a coin.
As I did, two windows broke, and wind blew the coin out of the building.
I reconsidered the plot.
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