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 | Kate kneels, dressed in the White of the
High Priestess. Her fingers tremble slightly as they clasp
the torch,
waiting for the sun's rays to catch the reflection from the parabolic mirror to give birth to
the 'Fire from the Sky". The stadium is silent except for the soft sounds of breathing. The waiting people gaze upon the Goddess, bodies tensing, with expectant looks upon their faces.
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