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a digital alarm ringing in the silence of my bedroom. Every night at exactly 3:17 AM, my wife, Helen, would slip out of bed, move with the surgical precision of a ghost, and vanish into the blackness of our suburban street. At 3:59 AM, like clockwork, she would return, breathing the crisp night air as if she hadn’t just been somewhere she wasn’t supposed continue reading …