Rise of a Phoenix


Rise of the Phoenix

The warm August night air was still, and above the bustling streets of New York city, the cloudless sky gave a wonderful view of the sparkling heavens and a moon that shone as brightly as the morning sun. Traffic flowed smoothly, and the bright illumination from stores and streetlights served as a contrast to the dark.

City folk hurried on their way, and tourists stopping to capture memories as they stared in awe of the immense structures and breathing in the pleasant aromas from restaurants and delis and wallowing in awe by such a great city. From her open office window Karen Lane could hear the sounds of sirens wailing and the blaring horns of angry taxi drivers, but she had no time to take a moment to look out upon the fantastic view below her; no, she had work to do, a mass of paperwork to write up for…

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