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He had fallen asleep before the sun went down, then awoke a few hours later to darkness and the sound of his microwave beeping a reminder of the coffee he had reheated and never retrieved. He pressed the thirty-second button to warm up the day-old caffeine and waited, staring out his kitchen window at the field. The moon was high, shining down on the tall grass, exposing an incongruous shadow moving toward him.

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