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died at eight years old, and realized with sad clarity that he’d been completely swallowed by his fear of conflict.
“It’s all right, Nathan,” I said gently. “I know where I belong now.”
The words slid out soft as silk, but inside my chest they rang like steel hitting an anvil.
He forced a weak smile, nodded once, and closed the door behind him. The sound continue reading …
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