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... n to take shape. Fragmented moments from this body's past surged into his consciousness, each one more hollow than the last.
A small boy sat in a cold, dim orphanage, his eyes wide with fear as he watched other children play. No friends came to him, no comforting hand rested on his shoulder. The caretakers were overworked and indifferent, offering the bare minimum of kindness.
Time skipped forward. The boy was now a teenager, walking alone down a crowded school hallway. No one gr ...
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