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I close my eyes, and daylight turns abruptly into the darkness of the night. A morning on Mott Street, the cold seeping deep into my soul, with only the sound of Jane's cracking teeth breaking the silence. I almost lose it, and realize I have nowhere to go. A strange feeling fills me and, more than anything, I feel stuck deep in the heart of a labyrinth, like some character in All Detective.