The Blow (Prologue)

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None of us expected the blow.

The sirens rang again. It would have been a warning if it didn't play so much on a false alarm.

I saw its glimmering fire from the windows. That brilliant, glowing light.

A second sun.

A deadly sun.

For a second, I didn't realize what it was.

But then it hit me.

Metaphorically, then physically.

I had to get off of this floor.

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