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I don’t remember much about the abduction itself. One minute I was waiting for the bus and the next, in a forest clearing, on a different continent. The bit in between is hard to describe. Something about volumes of darkness, glutinous silence, liquid surfaces.

I did notice though, in the days afterwards, my annoying cough had gone, and the back pain caused by years of labouring work had eased considerably. I haven’t felt a moment’s sorrow since the day I was taken. There’s been no anger, no concern, and I sleep just fine, dreaming all night of nothing at all.

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