COME TO ME
She fished out a miniature glass ball from her pocket and whispered to Tom.
“Throw this at that black smoke.”
Tom nodded, took the little ball, and with all his might, threw it at the black mist. As the ball whisked through the air, Suzanne urgently whispered a small chant. And just as the ball neared the mist, it transformed into a shimmering white net and engulfed the mist. The mist did not struggle. In fact, it looked as if it had given up.
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