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... ithin him. Even though he’d returned to the past, where his mother still lived, he struggled against the sorrow and emptiness that crushed him each time he slipped back into the fortress after sneaking out.
It was agony.
But he had to endure this anyway.
He wrinkled his nose slightly, wishing he could spray deodorant into the air and banish the sharp, tingling smell of sap, bark, and leaves.
He sat cross-legged, eyes closed, hands resting gently on his legs. His b ...
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