Tarot Crystal Ball

The Tarot crystal ball sits on Martha Tyler’s table as a central piece of her defensive ritual, its glass orb catching dim light with an unnatural clarity. Its surface reflects the flickering candle flames but distorts rather than clarifies, hinting at something beyond mere reflection. Martha handles it deliberately, pressing her palms over its curve as if drawing power into its facets. The ball is smaller than a fist, cool to the touch despite the cottage’s warmth, and emits no glow unless she whispers to it—a response only Tyler notices with uneasy curiosity.