Outside, the storm thickened. Galitsin adjusted the throttle, and the plane surged forward, cutting through sheets of rain that sprayed like beads from a curtain. Light flashed—first a trembling, then a steady white—reflected in the droplets, making the world appear lined in silver.
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Paradise Rain, Alice Liza thought, was not a place untroubled. It was a place that took sorrow in and returned it softened, like fruit left in a jar of sugar. Children raced between puddles, shrieking with the kind of joy that made the sky seem to roll back in approval. Lanterns bobbed along pathways, their light caught briefly in the drips and flung into iridescent flecks. Outside, the storm thickened