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Here there was only yourself; a soul buried alive. Nothing to comfort you but your own life. Screaming from the pain of the blows which battered him down might have stopped, but the internal scream of self-loathing could never cease.

— Peter F. Hamilton The Night's Dawn Trilogy (1996)

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