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The comet

‘She was a proper comet.
Her hair gathered together and flung itself out ahead of her
like flame on a blowtorch. Behind it,
her body was a small, curled-up, icy ball.
But because she was clutching the golden apple,
she knew she was carrying with her al the seeds of life
- all excitement, joy, growth and adventure -
She could go anywhere in the universe with this
and still be alive.’

The Game.

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