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Sun crackled designs on the surface of the water. The first sunny day in a month, they’d sprinted to the beach for the show. Weathercasters could offer no explanation for the dense planetary cloud coverage – or what cleared it.
Laughing and chattering with others who’d gathered waterside, a humming filled the air. Distant at first, it seemed to be coming from under the ripples of the lake. It grew louder, and with it, a vibrating of the sand on the shore.
“What’s that?” someone asked, pointing.
An infinity-shaped object rose and hovered. A flash — all was gone.
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