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There was darkness in landing. The streets inaccessible to light. The road from the airport—you didn’t know what was there until you passed it. The walled palace in the city, a bedpost electricity had reached. The traffic circling at the foot of its hill. A voice from the palace saying, if only we can keep them asleep.