The Quantified Thunder
I first saw it on a night in November, 1888, when the fog clung to Cambridge like a shroud and the gas lamps cast yellow halos on the wet cobblestones. The ball was not a ball at all, though that is what the old men called it—something they had read about in their youth, before the world grew small and sensible. What I saw was a sphere of pale light, perhaps the size of a man's fist, drifting...
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