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A GHOSTLY PRESENCE Sheets of rain thundered down onto the roof, a steady drumroll. The gusting wind forced a slender tree branch to click against the attic window, tap tap tap, like bony fingers trying to get in. Somewhere in the distance a siren wailed, its shrillness muffled by the heavy curtain of rain. Jan closed her eyes and tried to shut out all sound. No distractions, she thought, sweeping her black hair over her shoulder with a quick motion of her head. Go away, world. Go away. Eyes clos