Peter Danforth discovers the intersection of physical death with spiritual transcendence.
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Peter awoke trembling, breathing hard, covered with sweat. His breath came in short, panicky spasms. Whatever dream, memory or promonition had jarred him awake was now lost in the depths of his subconscious. He glanced at the clock: 4:10 a.m. Sleep was impossible. He thumbed through the AA literature from the previous night's meeting.