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(Page 3 of 3) Saelieni Prologue by Gregory Harvey What the hell? But as he watched, a pool table landed about fifty metres south of it, bounced, but settled in one piece. Mark looked up again, objects continued to land.
A knife, a sword, a pitchfork...
Compact discs, a trumpet...
What the fuck was going on?
The platform he was standing on rattled as a packet of bolts hit it. Something, Mark didn't see what, crashed into the water tower and ruptured it. A river of water spewed out onto the platform, cascading down to the ground. As it splashed out across the metal, Mark latched onto the railing to steady himself. He looked up again, and saw something large and metal blundering down towards the tower.
It was a station wagon.
The vehicle crashed against the water tower in a cataclysm of crumpled metal, slid off, and smashed against the platform. Mark lost his grip. His body toppled over the railing and began falling through the air. As he hit the ground his head snapped backed against it, knocking him unconscious and causing serious neck damage.
Although he may have survived... if the station wagon hadn't landed shortly afterwards.
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