There is the sound of bells
(like and unlike todash chimes, do ya kennit?)
and a sickly-looking, horrifically thin young man is standing in the Sorting Hall.
He frowns. "What goes on here, sais? Tis not the sort of place I would expect, in the Clearing at the end of the Path.
"But then, I suppose it would be foolish to expect sense from this life.
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