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#MicroPrompt: Spiral

When The Enemy Comes

The wine fell from the neck of the bottle in Sun Liang’s hand and into the glass with a languid splash.

Connor watched the swirling red liquid spiral round for an age before settling to a level. “I’ve lived most of my life on Xīwàng Zhī Xīng,” Connor said, “I’m used to everything weighing four times as much, falling four times faster.”

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