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... oss the main thoroughfare. The remains of one of the roller coasters were strewn over the old log flume, the statue of the lumberjack crushed by one of the remaining cars. The smell of smoke permeated everything, mixing with the scent of blood and an odd tang that hinted of ozone. It was a scene of utter devastation.
He shot a look towards Nate, the field producer. The muscular man was leaning over a folding table where a few computers had been set up beneath the production tent. Nate lo ...
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