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by MoonMan on Sun Mar 21, 2010 11:46 pm
The city at night. The quiet stillness above, and the constant life below. The light of all the buildings, streetlights and cars painting a stark contrast to the few visible stars.
Solomon walked quietly through the streets with unease, and constant concentration on his surroundings. His eyes scanning over every window, shadow, and alley. Every hiding point - every vantage point. He had no idea why, but something told him that this city was where he was meant to be. As if destiny was guiding him, he stood on the wet pavement and lifted the guitar from his shoulder before placing it next to him, holding the top of the fretboard, having the bottom of the body resting atop his foot.
There was a feeling in his gut that told him it was going to be time to fight again. He hoped it was true. He hadn't let his Qi run riot for a while, and it was starting to build up to uncomfortable extremes.
And on the first day Man created God in his own image.
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