National
Seven Thousand Club
Marko pulls out the capsule carefully and stares out the window, looking at it. He cracks open the capsule a little and the blue glow of the stone illuminates his face. Marko doesn't touch the stone, not knowing what It can do. He twirls it around in its capsule. It wasn't a large stone, but it looked something powerful. Something ancient.
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