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"...and shadows fly past the periphery, I jolted, bolted awake. Aware of the usual grey dreary surroundings, Sensing the change that I could not fathom. I craned my neck and looked around..."
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"...and shadows fly past the periphery, I jolted, bolted awake. Aware of the usual grey dreary surroundings, Sensing the change that I could not fathom. I craned my neck and looked around..."