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Tim lay in his bed, staring at the moonlight drifting listlessly into the room. Unable to fall asleep he watched the light’s path change as the moon made its way across the sky—marking the minutes’ passed with each new inch of illuminated wall. The last thing that he wanted to do was to think, but he found that he just couldn’t stop himself; his mind kept replaying the hellish visions of the end that he was certain would be coming. They weren’t from any dreams that he had experienced, but were rather concoctions of his own terrified mind: his imagination’s conflagrations that would ultimately set the world ablaze.

Over and over, these thoughts cycled through his mind as the light traveled across the room, disappearing entirely as the moon set beyond the distant mo...

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