The lost Ark
by carl coglianese
I make no claims of being a prophet, but I must say, But What if?
There had been rumblings for the last few months, but nothing higher than 3.2
That was until the 6.7 that hit this mourning and shook the old city, some might say down to it’s very ancient foundations. Little did anyone realize how much damage, or perhaps how something so miraculous could have happened that day. What had happened that day would change the very history of mankind.
For several days after the main quake there had been some very strong but localized after shocks. Then it was noticed that a crake has begun on the surface of the grounds around the right side of the dome. For what was most unusual the crack line had formed into a most unexpected straight line. As if it were dividing the Mound into two distinct sections. The Dome on the Rock on one side the open court yard so to speak on the other.
This did not look like a product of nature, it looked as if the very Finger of God had drawn a line dividing the Temple Mound in half. Several specialist had been brought in by the government and everything once public about the crack had now become government eyes only. A temporary opaque wall of
Mater was constructed to hid the site from prying eyes, now even more suspiousus to all outside a special chosen circle of very specialized and secretive Men.
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