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The water is receding, leaving you just ankle-deep in sand. Ahead of you the shoreline is bright. But, the people are running away. Why? Turn around, a towering wave is coming, hundreds of feet overhead, far taller than city buildings. Nothing for it but to hold your breath, waiting for it to pass.

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This writing is fiction. Please don't confuse it with reality.