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Wind speeds around four hundred and sixty-five miles an hour?” “Affirmative,” Cruz said. “That’s not even possible,” Allison breathed. “It’s a ten,” Ryder whispered, letting the words hang in the air. He didn’t need to say it. Every Knight knew what those number signified. “Like…it could be a twelve if the damn scale went that high.” “They used to say EF5 tornadoes were ‘the finger of God’. So, I guess that must be the ‘fist of God’,” Liam offered unhelpfully.
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