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She's curled up in the chair, feet tucked under as she reads. As usual, the window behind her is open wide to the chilly winter air.
Something catches her eye -- a glint off of metal, maybe sunlight on a skyscraper window. Tora looks up and out the window, just as a faceted metal sphere glides in.
Light glints from one facet.
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It turns, another facet shining. And Tora's vision blurs.
Something catches her eye -- a glint off of metal, maybe sunlight on a skyscraper window. Tora looks up and out the window, just as a faceted metal sphere glides in.
Light glints from one facet.
G G D G
It turns, another facet shining. And Tora's vision blurs.