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... he pale, cracked walls of the Ishama Foster Home. To most, it was a safe haven for lost children. To him, it was a cage—white-tiled floors, dusty windows, and too many voices in the halls at night.
From the outside, he seemed normal enough. Quiet. Polite. Focused. But the other children knew something was different. The caretakers whispered. And every child knew that Ephraein always—always—stared at the corners of rooms.
Not just once. Not just in passing.
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