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The doorbell rang in the middle of the night.

Half asleep, I was not sure if it was a dream or real. I lay in bed, ears straining, waiting for it to ring again and hoping it wouldn’t. I could not think of anyone who would ring my doorbell so late. My wife breathed quietly next to me, undisturbed, yet she was a much lighter sleeper than I. It was silent and dark apart from soft moonlight slicing through the parted curtains. There was no…