John Mandrake had heard voices in the night. And he'd felt the wards as they tramped down the hall. Tramped quietly admittedly, but tramped none the less. He'd been awake, you see, sneaking a cigarette by the window, his hand guarding the smoldering tip, and he'd seen the...commandos, whatever sneak into the dorm. Curiousity is a powerful
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