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“Sometimes it sparkles, sometimes it glows,” the
magician said, looking distracted.
“What is it?”
“An orb.”
“Does it kill?” asked the kid with a strange smile on
his face.
“Of course not!”
The kid frowned.
“It’s useless then.”
“Look, go read
that book of spells,” said the magician hoping the fat volume would keep the
kid busy.
But the kid didn’t even look at the book. Instead, a
loud thump was heard.
“I knew it could kill!”
Later, it was extremely difficult to distinguish what
was the orb and what was the head of the magician. Conclusion, a sparkly mess.
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