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The nightmare had played out behind his closed eyelids every night for the past year. His subconscious falling victim to blinding and continuous flashes of light, his outstretched arms searching, his skin burning, his scream inaudible over the ringing in his ears. He would spend the early morning hours stumbling through this helplessness, waking only when the first ray of sunlight pierced his window.

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