...Or Not

Luke fell. The orb rolled a few feet away. Looking up with a palm to his forehead, he saw that Madame Blunt had succeeded in dislodging Lancelot from her clothing, and that he now lay in a crumpled heap on the ground. He dove for the orb, only to feel the crushing weight of her hand on his back. She smiled and reached for the orb.

The End

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