The Pale Tale
You stand in the center of the rotunda. The marble floor is cold through your shoes. It is a Tuesday. The rain hits the high glass panels with a steady, rhythmic hiss. You are alone. This is the first time in four days that you have been alone. The object sits on the pedestal before you. It is a sphere. It is not large. It is the size of a grapefruit. It is made of a material that looks like...
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