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the capsule not to understand his origins but to erase them, or perhaps worse, to protect the fortune a lie had gifted him.
My mother woke up the next day with her voice weak and frightened. “Did they find it?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“My boy?”
I didn’t know how to answer. “He’s alive.”
She wept, but not from anger or despair. She wept from something else entirely.continue reading …
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