Greg stared. Perspiration crawled down his face. This was it. This was the end of the nightmare. This had to be Pat Nichols. After seventy-two hours in which Greg had had to do without anesthesia! Seventy-two hours of reality! Seventy-two hours of _consciousness_! Consciousness. Reality.…
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