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Months it has taken.
Months of meticulous research…
Meetings in the darkest of disreputable corners where conspiracies are born and take fevered flight across stormy nights.
All roads lead to the lair of the Black Beast.
That fell apparition has stalked a thousand and one fetid nightmares…
But no longer.
Somewhere in that fog she lurks.
Poised and ready to pounce.
Her eyes like red saucers.
Her yellow fangs bared over a snarl.
But I have a secret weapon.
As I lope into the grey my fingers curl around and clutch, the luminescent fuzz on…
The Ball of Power!
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Ah, Ani, with her ball of power. If you think she might like something other than the usual green, there are tennis balls with prints on them that are sold to be put in driers to help with drying. How, I don’t know!
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One ball to rule them all,
One ball to find them,
One ball to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
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