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8:42 AM.

Colfax Avenue at Broadway.

Denver, Colorado

The multiple lanes of traffic streamed on through. Cars honked at the slowing and stopping of inadequate drivers. Jaywalkers dared and bench-sitters enjoyed the crisp touch of western air. At side street restaurants, patrons ate omelets and drank Bloody Marys as waiters and busboys orchestrated their usual rounds in usual fashion.

In the streets of Denver, in the homes, throughout lawns and government buildings; in everything and everywhere, all was well. All was normal.

All was human.

Not a single man or woman, caught again in the web of daily thought, could expect anything else. For those in Denver Colorado and all the cities across the world, life continued as expected. Life continued as it always had, and there was no excuse to see otherwise.

Above the flux of the mass of men, the clean spring air hung like a safety net. But that quiet veil would soon be ripped...

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