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| − | I must admit the events of last evening have left me somewhat perplexed and elated.
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| − | While returning home from a ceremony in Baltimore for the inauguration of a new
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| − | university, my journey was interrupted by what appeared to be a falling star blazing
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| − | across the path of my carriage and landing explosively in a nearby field. While my
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| − | taking one of the lanterns from the carriage I proceeded through the dark towards the
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| − | Expecting to find some smouldering shard of rock amidst the tumult, I was shocked to
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| − | shimmering in the flickering lamplight. Approaching closer to the object than common
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| − | any heat coming from the it I felt a wave of cold encroach upon me. Shivering I knelt
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| − | by the missile (for I now presumed it was some sort of military shell fired inadvertently
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| − | It was then that I realised the shimmering I had seen previously was not caused by the
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| − | etched into the surface of the object. I had never seen the military using anything of this
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| − | sort and concluded it was not a spent shell. Throwing caution to the wind, I unhooked
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| − | my cloak and spread it on the ground. Using my cane I carefully maneuvered the cylinder
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| − | the possibilities for the origin of my find. If not military in origin, was it perhaps an
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