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Stephen King - For a moment he felt a wild hope:...

For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying... but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal. (Stephen King)

For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying... but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.

Stephen King

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