Tears welled in the boy’s eyes. “Then, my strain… is unique.” He finished Dean’s thought with dry words that nearly stuck to his tongue. His chest felt hot and breathing became difficult. The magnitude of this knowledge throbbed painfully in his head. The boy’s voice failed him and his lips moved silently. ‘I am alone.’ He felt more lost than ever—forsaken like in the death field, under the sun’s burning stare.
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