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“How long do you think it’ll be until instead of focusing on the light in front of them, they’ll begin to notice how the dark seems to ebb into their circle of light as thick and slow as spilled molasses. The anticipation of complete darkness will blind them and the light will be wasted. It’s strange when people treasure something more when it’s gone than when they had it.”