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“I hate to break it to you, but Morpho is a fictional character. So you can turn off your night-light and stop worrying about your brains. He’s not real.”

Abby was still sleeping quietly beside her, and the night-light glowed, but now she could see things inside the tent, and she realised that the moon must have risen.

There, beside the glowing yellow night-light of his radio dial, chessboard at his side, chess books and magazines spread around the room, he’d let his thoughts drift.

Not even the dull glow from my Black Panther night-light.

It also provides a soft glow from a night-light contained beneath the slats.