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Clint tried moving his legs, but they wouldn't respond. Perhaps he'd slept for hours, it felt that way. Yet it was still light.
Until the room darkened.
And, just as quickly, became lighter.
The sudden change of light startled him, and his eyes shot to the door, then the window, then back to the door.
He rolled himself off his knees hoping life would eventually return to his legs. Lying on his side, he propped himself up on one elbow.
Just in time to see the room darken again as a shadow fell into the house through the open door.

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