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He had never been superstitious. Even as a small child he had never had a lamp in his room, he had been completely content in the dark. He never saw things that weren’t there, he could trust his own eyes.
He had been addicted to his little trips to irrationality, but he had gone there willingly whenever he had bought drugs when he had craved magic in his life.
Now he was utterly afraid. This was uninvited and completely crazy. He was going crazy. But there had to be a more logical explanation to this, he knew it, but fear won.
How could he tell John? This was so embarrassing.