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- I was in a clearly artificial cave made up of a single room and a hallway, both walled, floored and roofed with raw yellowish-brown dirt that somehow didn’t collapse under its own weight. The hall was about thirty feet long and ended with the powerful glare of the sun illuminating a short flight of stairs. The room was almost perfectly square, about 16 feet a side, and in the middle sat a simple granite pedestal, barely more than a stone cylinder with a square tile on top. There was a little grey sphere about the size of a tennis ball hovering about a foot above the pedestal, glowing with a light of its own. It was the only source of light down here.
- My name was written on that pedestal. “TAYLOR”.
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