The Orb
The object was on the ground, glowing. It had seared the grass around its periphery. Round, like a garden witch’s ball, the morning dew turned to steam. I decided I’d better find gloves before retrieving it.
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The object was on the ground, glowing. It had seared the grass around its periphery. Round, like a garden witch’s ball, the morning dew turned to steam. I decided I’d better find gloves before retrieving it.
