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The light overwhelms, familiar though it may be.
 
Fingers soft on his forehead and—
 
(Being eight.) (Collapsing in the school gym.) (His body is a war zone.) (Big brother shaped hands with an old rag) (soaked with cold sink water.) (They don’t own a thermometer.) (There’s nothing that could heal Sam of what he is and what he’ll be.)
 
(Then there is the darkness.) (Then there is always the darkness.) 
 
(Sam has been falling into it his entire life.)

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