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			<description>THE room I stood in was cold and dark, almost so dark that you couldn't see your hand if you held it a foot away from your eyes. I'd been in this room, many times before. I reached my hand for the chain that hung from the light, feeling my way along the wall like a blind person would do. Reaching in..</description>
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