Tipping the Balance

Tipping the Balance

The level playing-field tipped slightly towards one side, then slipped ever so gradually into an abandoned tin mine. All that could be seen, when you dared to look upon the crater, was a hole where a hole never used to be. A deep, dark hole with, not so unusually as it happens, a playing field in it.

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