The sixth item was a marble. Black, perfectly spherical, the size that fit exactly in a closed fist. Its weight was wrong. Not heavy in the way that dense materials were heavy. Heavy in the way that the concept of weight was being applied at a different scale than his hand was used to managing, the small sphere exerting a gravitational presence that had nothing to do with its physical size.
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[Weight of a World Bead]
[Contains the condensed mass of a destroyed moon. When deployed, the bead does not detonate. It becomes its actual mass. Everything beneath its deployment point is compressed into a singularity by the restored gravitational force of a lunar body.]
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He set it down more carefully than he had set down anything else in his life.
