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Krel Ansell
”Jane ,” Conley asked. ”How are the samosas?” Probably not as good as Sachin’s, but not much was.
Jane was just about to say that the samosas were excellent and to ask Sachin where he was an ambassador to when she noticed an odd wheezing sound in the background, like someone with a cold, but it didn't seem to be coming from anyone of the people around her. She looked around as she murmured,
"Do you hear that odd noise? Where's it coming ..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed strange footprints along the edge of the area--and it wasn't her imagination, other people were starting to notice them, too.