Sandra looked around the room. She could find nothing out
of place. Idly she picked up a paper book; they were still quite common.
Opening the book, she was surprised to find the margins full of severe writing.
I’ve locked my door,
but I can still hear them crawling through the vents. The lights are out; I’m
writing this by the light of my flashlight; the battery of my pad is dead. I’ve
never heard of that happening before. I think I can hear the chanting coming
from the planet. I need to escape soon. As soon the chanting stops.
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