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“. . . To anyone living outside New Bedlam, a nightmare was a thing which came when one slept. It rolled across the unconscious mind like a dark shadow, but when a person woke and turned on the light the shadow would dissipate, or it would eventually be chased off with the dawn . . . But in New Bedlam, when dawn came and lights were turned on, the shadows lingered, scrabbling and clawing at the back of the mind . . . . “
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