[Nell]: 226.Stories.Shorts.World Domination

I picked up the bone needle to study it more carefully. Was this truly the powerful artefact that legends spoke of? The one that had led to the downfall of nations? I peered closer. The tiny lettering engraved on it was without flaw, the Latin rolling elegantly across the smooth bone. I readjusted the lamp on my desk, which was cleaner than usual in case I lost the bone amidst my clutter, so that I might read the inscription. How could I have known that, by doing so and with the pricking of my thumb, the needle would be able to assert its evil intentions upon me? I could not have known. And so I read.