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For as long as he could remember, it was his shelter. It was where he went when he was sad, sick with fear, or shaking in anger. It was where he found family even though by now all his relatives were officially dead. It was his fortress. And now, as he grew older nothing changed. ┬áHe still headed to this fort of his whenever he had no where else to go, no more (more…)

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