The Kiva, Pueblo Bonito

[Kristall]

Peter Kristall prided himself on being able to zip through long text files in nothing flat, but the deceptively small paper pamphlet threw him through a loop. He found himself studying each sentence, sometimes even each word seperatly, to make sure he had grasped its meaning. The dim lighting in the Kiva certainly didn't help, and before long he got a crick in his neck. He stretched out on the bench, resting one arm behind his head to protect it from the stone. Ah, that's better. Now where was I...

Shortly, the soft snores coming from Peter's bench indicated someone studying very hard indeed.

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