The forest was eerily quiet.
The geologist raised his camera and stared through the telescopic lens at the mountain five miles away.
It seemed serene.
Then, almost imperceptibly, the slope appeared to judder. In slow motion, half the hillside started to slide downwards, a massive, boiling plume of black smoke rising upwards and towards him.
He took two dozen photos in quick succession, mesmerized by the scale of the rupture.
The ground shook violently and the deafening roar of the explosion bellowed over him. The camera dropped to his side, his mouth popping wide open.
The world darkened and whoossshhhhhhhh.
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