The air smelled of exhaust and the unearthed dust of the old parking lot hung heavy in the air. There was the faint sound of sirens and horns, the reminders of the outside world that seemed so distant and fragile now. They watched the hordes of camera wielding tourists, in circular formation as blinding lights from their flashes only made the musty air seem heavier. The event had assumed this aura of authority that enthralled everyone in sight, leaving work neglected and idle. He didn't know what had happened as he made the final, secretive check on his crew, but the impact of his megaphone did nothing to break them free of their trance. [Margaret Johnson]
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