He was born with strange and wonderful powers. But the world was not yet ready to accept the benefit of those powers.--The world kills what it does not understand! The boy stood on the low hill with his head tipped back and his throat exposed to the early morning chill. He was dressed in faded trousers--from which most of the tan coloring had long since been washed away--and a coarse blue-denim work shirt.…
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