Fiction | December 01, 1999

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The Chosen

One has to ponder what he felt as he watched it fall from the sky, a dark spot that materialized from nowhere against endless pale blue. As moment by moment it increased in size, there was nothing to do but accept, because he knew it would somehow miss the entire Sea of Japan and strike and sink the small speck upon the water where he stood.

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