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At the summit of Yellow Mountain, the sky was dim and overcast. Fog rose from the valleys, billowing like a sea that wasn't the sea, like smoke that wasn't smoke, occasionally tossed by blustery winds into a thousand transformations.
Baby Cade shed her police uniform for camouflage gear, still looking dashing as she stood at the craggy edge of a cliff. She stretched out her arms facing east, head held high as she surveyed the distance, waiting for the sunrise.
A streak of colorful clouds appeared in the eastern sky. Gradually, a touch of gold emerged from the center of the multicolored clouds. Baby Cade felt a sense of ease, holding her breath as she waited for the sun to break free.
Baby Cade's eyes shone brightly, her fists clenched. She let out a mighty yell, her voice cutting through the sky like a sword, full of boundless vigor.
