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From Above
I dashed around the greek-style column barring my path and continued racing towards the Emergency Exit as the ceiling crumbled above my head. Outside I could hear yelling, screaming, sirens, dogs barking in alarm; it was almost stereotypical, this chaos. The exit loomed ahead and I put on a burst of speed. All of a sudden I was going down and belly flopped on the cement floor. What had I slipped on exactly?

A black feather was resettling by my foot. One. Black. Feather.

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