It was sometime quite late at night -- possibly around midnight, if such a thing were measurable. All was quiet. Except...
ptonk-tonk.
ptonk-tonk.
ptonk-tonk.
ptonk-tonk.If one were to follow the odd, rhythmic sound to its source, one would find Susan Sto Helit sitting on a bench outside the First Aid station, bouncing a red rubber ball off a
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