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Yet villagers remembered something unsettling about the boy. They spoke of his piercing stare… of animals that calmed in his presence… of uncanny moments when he seemed to know things he should not. Whether these stories were truth or folklore, they marked him as different. In a harsh world govern…

Yet villagers remembered something unsettling about the boy. They spoke of his piercing stare… of animals that calmed in his presence… of uncanny moments when he seemed to know things he should not. Whether these stories were truth or folklore, they marked him as different. In a harsh world governed by faith and fear, being different could be dangerous — or powerful.