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A man stood on a bridge crossing a small river that ran through the city. He stood in the middle looking over the edge staring at the moons reflection on this unusually bright summer night. He sees something strange pass across the reflection. Just then he hears a loud bang, another, and another. Till he could no longer hear. Thinking they had stopped he looks up to see the city all around engulfed in fire. Pure destruction all around. The bridge beneath his feet suddenly flung him what seemed to be thirty feet. His breath knocked from his lungs as he splashed into the water, a boulder landing on his chest . He reaches up with all his might everything suddenly becoming so clear. He could see the moon shine through his finger tips and then a shimmer and more. It was gold raining down the most stunning thing he had ever seen or ever will.
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