THE ARMAGEDDON SAGA I: REFLECTIONS
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Last published Sun, Jan 16, 2022
"Log Day 1024 July 7, 1997
Northeast the Britain Isles, a colorful meteor shower lighted up the sky and filled the horizon with yellowish-orange hue. "
Just one of the thousands witnesses' records, what could have gone down that night?
What mysteries does it hold nigh?
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