Chapter 7

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The boy's name was Dan.

Phil had found that out later that night when he returned. Alone, this time.

Apparently, he'd lived there for decades, among the creaking walls and the floorboards of the house on the corner of Third Street and Nineteen Road.

Phil was absolutely astonished by the fact. Someone lived there for decades? Why?

Dan explained everything to him.

About how his parents disowned him when he was a young child because of his wings, how his foster parents took care of him despite all of the looks and whispers they got around the town. He talked about how children would be pulled closer to their parents when he walked by and how the elderly squawked out hateful things when they approached him. He talked about how he was bullied in school and tortured by his peers. About how he simply shut himself away in the house because he was afraid to go outside.

He was afraid of everyone in the world, and Phil was simply afraid of rumours from them.

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