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Оглавление“No,” Azrak replied, “there are no fault lines anywhere near here.”
“What’s going on?” asked Matthias, Azrak’s eldest child.
The rumbling deepened, growing into a deafening roar. The boys were frightened, but Azrak was just calmly looking over the horizon as if he couldn’t be less concerned.
“Father?” Matthias called again, but Azrak wasn’t paying him any attention.
He saw the sand from the dunes rose up like a violent sandstorm. It was impossible, but it appeared to him that it was the end of the days.
The children stood behind their father as the sand sprayed over to them. Then they all saw it. A meteor was streaking just above them, right over their heads. It was large and seemed to be made out of wood—not iron ore—and it was about to crash.
Azrak forced opened his eyes, the bright light was hurting them.
There was a sudden thunderous blast.
Then, for a moment, everything was silent.
“Is it over?” asked Sobek.
The answer came just a moment later with a deafening explosion that rattled the desert.
Azrak’s heart was racing. He wasn’t sure what happened. Then he shoved his fears aside.
“Follow me, boys,” he said to his awestruck children. “No dawdling.”
Azrak and his sons rushed over the dunes, and along the way they saw the charred trench, several hundred feet long. Rising from the superheated dunes far out in the desert as hot wind tickled the dune crests, spraying sand downslope in neat sire curves. It was not the cause of the eruption of sand that occurred near the center of one dune, however. Over the hill, they found it. It was still hot and smoking.
There was a deep crater in the middle of the desert. At the bottom of it the large wooden ship was cooling off
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