The problem with being wakened by relentless rain hammering the roof during the dead hours, is that now it is a dark, dark dawn, and I needs must sleep. The rain was hammering the roof so hard, it was enough to wake all the dead orcs and trolls trapped in the salt mines. And now I am drop-dead tired. It is difficult to mine sleep, and it is even more difficult to get a jump-start on your day when you are purgatorially half asleep, even after downing a flask of tea. Is it the dead hours, or the witching hours? Those hours nearest 4 AM, the witching hours of gamers and whores calling it a night. Those zombie hours at the tail end of the night and a staccato of rain arrives in torrents hammering the tin roof with its dark hooves.
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