The object was smooth to the point of polished marble. It was dense and dark. And it fell to Earth unnoticed on a cool April night at Robin McCready's farm. In between rows of romaine lettuce, it simmered, cooling after its intergalactic trip.
It wouldn't be found until harvest time when Robin sorted through the leafy greens, found the stone, admired its sheen, and pocketed it.
That night, Robin would begin to change. In ways he never dreamed of.
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