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From his corner Dark Man watches as the window becomes a shade lighter than the darkest hour. The Lady’s night terrors abolished, he begins his daily fade into the puddle under the desk. He speaks silently:

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.

The White Lady moves, turns, and sits on the edge of her bed. She reaches for the light and restores her to human form. He cares for the White Lady in her human form also, but he cannot protect her human from the horrors of the day

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