Azeneth spent more than an hour to walk to the nearest town. It was barbaric to do it in the midday sun, but if she stayed in the same place, she would be found before she could take a bus to get out of there. She hoped to catch a ride on the road and get as far away as possible, but few cars passed by and none stopped.
The place she arrives at is a tiny town with houses scattered here and there among bush areas.
There is no one on the street, probably because of the time. In semi-desert places like this, summer is harsh, and people usually wait until sunset, when the sun has already gone down, to leave home.
The bus station is nothing more than a lonely bench next to the main road where she sits and waits. She will take the first one that passes at the time it passes. The objective is to get out of that arid and forgotten region and then she'll see how to return home.
She is thirsty.
She touches her shoulders that burn. Delicate body. A little sun and it has burned.
She feels enormous contempt for that body. She is happy with her dry tongue and tanned shoulders. She is glad that her pain is the pain of that body.
But, in the end, she will have to get used to inhabiting it.
A couple of hours pass until she sees a bus approaching. The sunset is close. Finally, she will leave.
She worries about the Evans. From the moment she met them, they seemed dangerous to her. Carlota had already shown her teeth a little, but the one who causes her the most concern is the doctor. There is something in him she cannot yet see. She's sure they were up to something, and this silly girl who didn't realize anything...
And the people in town know it. They speak about them with reservations and sometimes even malice. A lot of things are said about Victor, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of clearing up any rumors. There is one in particular that interests her, the one who says he isn't a doctor, but a witch.
She thinks about these things as the bus pulls up to the stop. When he sees Azeneth, the driver slows down, waiting for the indication the girl is going to get in.
She gets up, but two strong hands hold her arms from behind and make her sit down again.
She stands motionless for a moment, confused. She tries to get up again, without success. She doesn't want to turn around, because she imagines very well who it is. Then, a white feather swinging in the air comes from behind.
She looks down first, only to run into more feathers.
She knows who is behind her, but that who is something different from what she thought.
She was right to worry.
How stupid people, who thought he was a witch.
She turns slowly to see Victor behind her, several feet away.
She can see his arms, his other arms, covered in feathers like wings, growing grotesquely from his chest and deforming until they reach the distance necessary to touch her.
*
Victor is lucky to find her just before she gets on the bus.
To avoid getting in trouble if he is seen pulling a teenage girl, he must use his other hands, which are not visible to normal people. The doctor waits a moment until the bus gets lost in the distance to get closer.
She looks at him with anger and fear.
―How do you find me?
―Silence. Get out of there.
With an energetic stroke of his palm, he pulls it out of Azeneth's body.
In an ordinary situation, that would have been enough to drive it out, but that thing, whose shape is only a shadow, a black human silhouette, is persistent and clings to the body.
―Enough! Leave me! I have a right to be here! It's mine! It's mine!
Victor recognizes a woman's voice and looks at it intently. When he understands everything, he says:
―The heart was yours.
―IT IS! It's mine!
―You're already dead.
―And you even know why I'm dead, huh?! I'm claiming what's mine! What this damn girl took away from me!
―I don't know. Tell me.
―I was in the hospital for surgery! But they wanted my heart for her! And I couldn't do anything. Do you think it's fair... that they killed me?! But they didn't count on something, that they were messing with me. Who's foolish enough to mess with me? In life I made some deals. You know what I'm talking about. That's why I was able to find this disgusting girl and claim what is mine. And I'm going to go home. And I'm going to finish off every person who gets in my way, including you and your stupid niece. I hope she broke her skull and is dead.
―She's fine. And you can't do anything to me.
―Ha, I wouldn't be so sure, huh? You've given me a good surprise, doctor. I had never met one of yours... But I bet I can hurt you a little bit.
Victor lets out a sigh. He knows it will not be so difficult to get rid of her. A little more push and she'll be out of Azeneth. She seems to be a troublemaker, even when she was alive, and if she gets hold of this body the situation may get worse. Eliminating her is the most convenient.
But he doesn't.
―Your death was unjust. Still, this body doesn't belong to you. For now, I'll let you be inside, but you'll be locked up so you can't do any harm.
He doesn't even let her answer. He changes the position of his hand and immediately the woman is returned to Azeneth's chest.
With his other hand he gently touches the girl's head and says:
―Wake up.
*
Unsurprisingly, Azeneth is confused and frightened when she regains consciousness. She can't see the arms holding her, though she can feel them.
The doctor sits on the bench.
―Are you okay? ―he asks.
She doesn't respond. But her eyes fill with tears.
―I won't do anything to you ―he reassures her―. I'll let you go as soon as we finish talking. Does the woman inside you continue bothering you?
―No... Oh, God... No ―she replies, surprised, realizing she no longer hears her threatening voice or feels her presence oppressing her body. She turns to look at Victor. Then he knows.
―I talked to her ―he says, as if reading her thoughts―. She's still in there, but she's locked up. She can't do anything to you for now.
Then Azeneth bursts into tears as she squeezes her chest.
―Maybe... we should... let her out... maybe I... should do what... she wants...
―Why?
―Because... because I shouldn't be alive, and she should ―confesses by herself.
―She says she was killed so you could have a heart.
―I-it's true.
―Did you consent to that?
―No!!... how could I... How could I do that? I was unconscious ―she pauses to let the crying flow before continuing―. I found out... very recently.
―Does the fight with your mother have anything to do with this?
―Yes.
―What happened?
―I found out and that's it. Considering what she told me ―she says, pointing to her chest― and the pressure I put on my mother to confess... I found out. It was my mother who did everything. She paid a lot of money... and... you know, what people can do with money. They found someone compatible in a nearby hospital, I don't know how, but they found her, a woman who was there for surgery. Since she was close to me and I was on the verge of death, I would be given priority on the donor list. And then, someone went with her and... and now I have this inside ―she says while fitting her nails into her blouse; she isn't referring to the woman, but to that organ she received.
―What happened when you found out?
―... I don't think even the woman knew that the one who had made the agreement was my mother, because she got so angry... and then... I don't remember anything, I never remember. I only know what I did, what I did to my mom... and my siblings were there, and they were terrified... their faces... I will never forget them... My mother too, she was terrified, but she wasn't hurt, I don't know why she didn't do anything to her in the end, maybe because she didn't want to hurt her in front of my siblings. And then I left. I left because I was angry at her for doing what she did, and because I feared what I could do and I didn't know if I was just going crazy or what was going on, and because I was so embarrassed that my siblings would see me. And I don't have any other family or friends, so I came here with my grandfather.
Victor lets her rest for a moment, and then asks:
―And what did Gustavo do to make her angry?
―Don't make me say it. I know he was your friend.
―That doesn't matter.
It takes Azeneth a while to decide to speak.
―It's just that I... When I got here... He was so kind to me. And I don't know, I felt confident, so, that night, I told him a little bit about what happened. And then he... he just laughed and said: "And where do you think your mother got the money?"... and... and because of the way he looked at me I could understand that he had given her that money...
The girl looks at Victor waiting for his reaction. He calmly closes his eyes, but she can see the tension in his temples. Ever since she had met him, Victor Evans had always appeared to her with an impassive expression. She had concluded he was a serious and cold man, but now she begins to understand that, in reality, he's only very good at controlling himself.
―He died this morning ―he finally answers.
A sad moan escapes Azeneth's lips and the crying, which had already subsided, flows uncontrollably again.
―I'll be honest ―Victor continues―. I took his life because he was suffering too much and he wasn't going to survive.
She feels so bad that she doesn't even give importance to the confession.
―I shouldn't have ... I shouldn't have come here...
It takes a long time until she calms down again.
―I shouldn't have gone to your house either, doctor... I shouldn't have gone. ―She remembers Carlota―. Oh. How is...
―She's fine, don't worry about her.
―I thought if I didn't give that woman reasons to be angry, she wouldn't hurt anyone... Sometimes I thought that this woman was myself, that it was all in my head and if I was okay no one would be attacked.
The woman's words, what she said about the doctor and her niece, come to mind. She hesitates a little and finally asks:
―Did you already know about this? Is that why Carlota approached me? Is that why I was invited to your house?
―Yes.
―Oh.
―We were waiting for the right moment to help you, but it got a little out of hand.
―I'm sorry.
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―The plan was to expel her from your body. However...
―It's her heart... it belongs to her...
Victor looks at her.
―What were you planning to do?
―What do you mean?
―If you hadn't run into us, what were you planning to do?
―I don't know. I had no idea.
―You knew that woman was inside you.
―I knew it deep down. But I denied it to myself all the time.
―You listened to her... you felt her...
―I don't know what I was going to do! I don't know!
―You denied it, but deep down you knew she was there. You resisted, but little by little you were giving her the place.
―No!
―Do you think you don't deserve to live?
She starts sobbing again. A dry and sour cry.
―Leave me... I don't know, I don't know.
The arms holding her finally let her go. The invisible hands have left huge fingers marked on her skin.
―That woman, regardless of the fact her death was a crime, is not a good person, and even less so now she is blinded by hatred. If you let her control you like this, she will hurt a lot of people. For now, she's locked up, but she can manage to escape, because she's a powerful woman... What has happened so far is not your fault, you didn't do it. But, from now on, I will start to hold you accountable, because you're already aware of what is happening. And if you hurt someone else, if you touch Carlota again, I'll hurt you, and now you'll wish you'd died... I can get her out of there and get rid of her, if that's what you want. Or she can stay there, if you feel so guilty, but you'll have to learn to keep her on limit. You could even learn to take advantage of what she's capable of doing, I could teach you ―he pauses for a long time, to let her process everything he has said―. You can leave if you want, or you can come back with us. We will receive you for as long as necessary and we'll help you if you wish. I'll give you a few days to think about it.
Azeneth, unable to decide anything at that moment, only manages to distrust.
―How... How do I know what you say is true, that you can help me?
Victor thinks a little and finally answers:
―If you decide you wanted to get rid of that woman, I will get rid of her, and take her to a place, where she could finally go where we all go when we die. I'd like to show you that place, taking advantage of the fact I'm going to take someone there. To Gustavo. Maybe you'll be a little convinced.
*
Years before, an autumn afternoon in a town in the northeast of the country.
Olegario and Azael were walking to an abandoned house on the outskirts of town, a house they had temporarily taken over, only while they got money to continue their journey to the northern border.
They had spent the day weeding several houses, and now they were returning to rest, while they ate what Susana had given them. That woman, whom they met as soon as they arrived in town, was incredibly kind to them and to everyone. She gave them food frequently, let them bathe from time to time in her house and called them to help her with anything as an excuse to give them a little money.
However, in general, it was quite difficult for them to gain the trust of people, who took the migrants as criminals, but they were honest young people and did no harm to anyone. Luckily Olegario, when he set his mind to it, could win people sympathy.
―The food is cold ―Azael complained as he chewed reluctantly.
―So? Ungrateful ―Olegario replied dryly, although, when he saw his younger brother looked down, changed his tone a little―. Are you tired, or what?
―Yes. And I already miss the food at home.
―What? Do you want to go back? They will kill us if we return home. The viejo said we should cross the border no matter what, so we must put up with it ―he replied, referring to their father, who had been caught by immigration weeks ago in a raid, from which Olegario and Azael managed to escape.
―Was he killed? When the police arrested him, you said they were going to deport him.
―Who cares?
―Olegario.
―I don't know! He deserved all this.
Azael stayed silent for a while. Olegario knew he was just making him feel bad, but he wasn’t in the mood to comfort anyone.
―Well. I don't think so, he must still be here, in this country, in jail or something, but I'm sure he's not dead. After a while he’s going to reach us. Eat that now.
The answer seemed to be enough, because the boy didn’t speak the rest of the way, and by the time they reached the house he was in the mood to talk.
―Have you seen the blue house that is up here? ―he asked as he pointed to an old house that Olegario could swear was also abandoned.
―Yes... Don't go there, that's where the town finishes.
―Well, I've already gone. I was passing by, and I saw they had a huge dog, or was it a wolf?
―A wolf?
―Yes... Well, it was a dog, with a head like a wolf, or a fox, but bigger.
―I think it's a coyote. What color is it?
―Like brown with gray.
―I'm sure it's a coyote.
―Well, that's it, a coyote... and it seemed very strange to me because it kept looking at me... but just as if... as if it knew... it behaved strangely. And I went over and reached over the fence, and it let me pet it.
―Don't do that again. Coyotes are wild, it’s going to bite you.
―… There's a scary man there.
―Scary? Why?
―I don't know, he's scary... You should go see the coyote; it seems to be talking to you with its eyes.
―Maybe it's asking you to free it. They are not animals to be locked up.
―… Maybe.
Olegario turned to look at him, regretting having put that idea in his head. Azael was not a spoiled brat, but sometimes he behaved like a child despite being thirteen.
―… Hey, don't go back there, huh? That animal is going to bite you, or the owner is going to scold you for hanging around his house, and I'm going to scold you for not paying attention to me.
―If I had a coyote, I would take care of him, not like that old man.
―You don't even take care of yourself.
*
But Azael, just as Olegario feared, visited the animal again.
At first, he obeyed to his brother, as he thought it was a small matter. He would already run into many coyotes on the trip.
But he often felt that, from a distance, the coyote was calling him.
Sometimes, at night, as he tossed and turned trying to sleep, he could clearly hear its mournful howls slipping through the night noises and the distant roar of freight trains crossing the town. That deep, pitiful sound penetrated his bones more than the cold of the floor that seeped through the blanket on which he slept.
It was calling him, he was sure.
He didn't know how to explain it. It was not a suggestion. He wasn't crazy.
Maybe his brother was right. It wanted to be released.
One day, at dusk, while Olegario was still outside, and Azael was sitting in the threadbare porch watching the sky darken, the coyote's call began to resonate loudly.
The boy listened uneasily, attentively, until one of the howls ceased abruptly, as if interrupted by something.
He waited in vain for long minutes for it to resume, while the atmosphere was filled with the chirping of crickets and music coming from somewhere in the distance.
And then his curiosity won.
He slowly approached the blue house. There were no lights on, and no noise could be heard inside.
Night was already falling, and because he was on the edge of town there was no street lighting, so he could barely make out the coyote lying in its dirty little corral in the backyard.
As he got closer, he realized the animal's silhouette had a strange shape.
By the time he reached the fence, his eyes had become accustomed enough to the darkness to be able to make out the thing that was making its way between the open flesh of what now looked like a monster.
*
Days later, at night, at Evans’ house, a patient Victor had been waiting for since the day before rang the doorbell.
When he opened the door, found two boys and a coyote.
The eldest, with whom he had spoken on a call, said his name was Olegario. He had bruises all over his body and bruised knuckles.
The other boy introduced himself as Azael. He was in a pitiful state, much worse than the other, he could barely stand, it seemed as if a truck had run over him, but the doctor could imagine that this had been done by human hands.
He immediately took them to his office.
―It looks like you've broken a few ribs ―he said to Azael, whom he was checking.
Olegario cursed under his breath, while his brother only averted his gaze. Victor continued:
―I would recommend you go for an X-ray, but I imagine you won't. I'll give you something for the pain and you shouldn't make any effort for a couple of weeks.
He tended to some of his other wounds and ordered him to lie down in the living room of the house, where the coyote had already settled and was rolling around among the cushions.
Then the doctor spoke to Olegario while he was checking him.
―Why did Susana give you my number?
―She said you could help in a case like ours.
―You're going to have to tell me everything if you want help.
―Are you really not going to tell anyone? Aren't you going to talk to the police? Something very bad happened.
―No. I trust Susana.
Olegario seemed to hesitate for a while, but he had no choice but to speak.
―I think the most serious thing... is that I killed someone... I swear it was in self-defense, I swear to you. He did that to Aza and... the coyote...
―Explain to me how it happened.
―… I don't know how to start.
―You're not from here ―wasn't a question, but a statement.
―No, we're from the south. From a country in the south. I don't want to say which one.
―Are you just passing through?
―Yes. We are migrants, if that's what you suspect. We want to cross the border.
―You two?
―Yes. We came with our father. But he was caught as soon as we entered the country. He made us swear to him that we were going to cross with or without him, so we kept going... When we passed through the center of the country we were caught by other people and they took everything from us, so as we could we got to these directions sneaked onto a train and decided to take some time to rest and raise money. We went into an abandoned house in the first town we found, we were going to stay there until spring began. Susana lives there and that's how we met her.
―Did you commit the murder in that town?
―… Yes.
―Who did you kill?
Olegario paused for a long time. Then he told everything.
―There was a house near ours. A man lived there. The coyote was his. And Aza liked to visit that animal, I don't know why... I didn't know. The coyote... it's a child. I saw it. He was a child and suddenly he became that thing that is in the room. That man had him trapped. I didn't know this... until the day before, when I arrived and Azael was not there, so I went straight to that house, because there were not many places where he could be. And I was angry, because I had told him not to be bothersome, so I went for him... I don't know what happened there, I think Aza wanted to let him go, the child... the coyote, and the man caught them, and the... and when I got closer... and he was... I heard screams and I went in and... I just wanted him to leave my brother alone... But it wasn't my intention to kill him, I didn't want to! But if I didn't stop him, he was going to kill me, and Aza... I don't know what kind of things he would have done to him… he had him, chained like an animal, I swear to you... And his house was... a disgusting place. There were things that... ―as he told it, became so excited he couldn’t continue talking.
Victor didn't say anything, just kept passing a cotton ball soaked in medicine on his injured skin.
After a few minutes, when Olegario calmed down, he was able to finish the story.
―… We just ran out of there. And the only person we could go to was Susana, who had been kind to us. And she believed us, but she knew no one else was going to do it. So, she told us to run away that same night, and she gave us your number and told us you could take care of Aza and tell us what that coyote is.
As the doctor stayed silent, the boy continued talking, as if trying to convince him.
―You don't believe me, do you?... I don't know who that man was or what was going on in that house and I don't really care. I know there are people like him... And I wasn't going to let my brother... And all the coyote thing is true, it all started with that animal... Wait! Listen! Listen!
For a while now, the noises made by the coyote had been sneaking in from the living room, some grunts and soft howls. But slowly, without either of them noticing, the noises had become the restrained cry of a child.
The doctor wasn’t surprised, he only told him, when he had finished bandaging his hands:
―You're fine, you don't have any serious injuries. Let's go with the child. You did the right thing.
*
In the living room, Azael was trying to pick up what appeared to be the coyote's skin, while a naked, wet child sat watching him as he suppressed his tears.
―I'm sorry, your sofa is dirty now ―the boy said sadly, when he saw the doctor arrived, trying to get in the way of the trail of blood spilling from the skin.
―Stop that. I told you not to move ―Victor replied without giving it importance, because he had his attention focused on the child, who stopped crying and looked at him with slight suspicion.
―Sit down, Aza ―Olegario interjected―. I'll clean it up, doctor.
―It doesn't matter... Shedding of skin? ―he asked, referring to the coyote.
―Yes, I think.
―Stand up ―he said to the child, who obediently stood up.
―He understands humans, even when he's in the form of a coyote, but he doesn't speak.
―I think he can, but he doesn't know how ―Azael added, leaning back in the sofa. The pain pill he was given was starting to kick in, though he still felt like he'd been put in a tight corset of thorns.
―Can you transform into a coyote now? ―the doctor spoke to the child again, who didn’t answer or move, he just stared at him with the same curiosity with which they looked at him, so Azael replied again:
―He can't... As if he doesn’t control it, suddenly he transforms and that's it. Sometimes he gets scared and: coyote, and then he falls asleep and: human.
―It's disgusting, he's done it like three times, we've been leaving a trail of skins ―Olegario added.
―Once he became a coyote, he wanted to eat his human skin...
―I don't know how that man could do that to a child. Turning him into an animal.
―Honestly, I'm not sure if he did something to him or if this is his nature ―Victor told them.
―Huh? ―Azael expected a more conclusive answer.
―I need to investigate.
The brothers looked at each other.
―Won't he have a family? If we find out-
―We don't have time for this, Aza. We must keep traveling.
―Azael can't travel like this ―Victor warned―. You can hide here while he heals. And the child can stay with me until I find a solution for him.
―I understand, thank you, doctor. We will stay only one night, tomorrow early we will leave here.
―You will stay as long as necessary.
―Eh... all right, all right.
―I would like to do something more for the child ―Azael thought aloud―. Did we just bring him here to abandon him?
―Don't you think you've done enough? ―Olegario reproached him―. Look. Look what I did... Now we are going to have to try to cross now. As soon as you recover, we'll get out of here, we're not that far from the border anymore.
―Oh sure, it's only the middle of winter... Ah! and there are still miles and miles of desert to go... Don't-don't get paranoid. No one is going to care about the death of that man. No one ―replied the other.
He said that, because he couldn't express how guilty he felt for getting them into such trouble.
―Are you listening to yourself, Azael? Are you listening to what you're saying? I'm going to get as paranoid as I want because I'm the one they're going to put in jail if they catch me! And you're going to be deported. And you know what awaits you back home, right? Because you have an inept father who got into trouble with heavy people, and now he is threatened with death there, and to ruin him more they also threatened his sons who have nothing to do with his bullshit and now we are fleeing like cowards. We can't even talk to mother or anyone else because we put them in danger too. And it turns out that I can't be here now either because you had to get involved in what you don't care about.
―Aaaah poor you! Look at the poor man whose life we ruined! I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want me to do?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know this was going to happen! If we get caught, I'll blame myself for that man's death and you can go and hide on the other side of the border! ―Azael was going to continue talking, but the strength of his voice caused him pain and he squirmed in the sofa.
―Who's going to believe you killed someone with those skinny arms?! Does it seem as simple as-
―Rest ―Victor interrupted him, touching Olegario's head and knocked him unconscious. Azael watched in amazement how invisible arms cradled his brother and placed him in the sofa in front of him. He looked at the doctor, understanding it had been his doing.
The sudden silence caused by the absence of their screams made him feel like crying, but he wasn't going to do it in front of a stranger, so he just remained silent while his eyes glazed over.
―… I know I shouldn't have done it ―he said, looking at the wall, suddenly feeling the need to justify himself.
―Your brother has had enough. You too… You're a good boy.
―I'm not. And if I were, in this life that's nothing ―the crying burned his throat.
Suddenly he felt the need of talking about what that man had done to him that night. Perhaps in this way the doctor would understand why he was glad of his death. He opened his mouth. Then he changed his mind and only said:
―And don't come to say that my brother behaves like this because he was worried about me and because he is the oldest he has a great burden on him... I already know that. Every day we spend on this damn trip I remember it.
Victor looked at him.
Who the hell is that man and why is he helping you?
―The child needs a bath ―Victor said suddenly―. So do you ―he turned around and beckoned the child to follow him, which he obeyed without hesitation.
Oh, he'll take him for a bath and let you cry to your hearts at peace. Thank you.
The doctor stopped. He stayed silent for a moment, and then turned to Azael, saying:
―By the way. My niece lives in this house. Her name is Carlota. She’s also my assistant, so you’re going to be close to her. I don't want you to bother or make her uncomfortable under any circumstances. And avoid approaching her if it isn’t necessary. Is that clear?
Azael was speechless. What did they think they were, you damn prejudicer? As if you wanted to get close to a woman after all the things that are happening to you.
But he knew he wasn't in a position to be angry with him, so he just nodded as replied:
―Ah... ah, yes. Sure, Dr. Evans. Obvious.
Obvious.
*
Back to the present, to Sunday night. Azael is with Carlota, cuddling on the sofa at his house, and receives a call.
―Hello? Yes?... Ah, yes... aha... aha.
―Hey, hang up. You're going to miss the important part of the movie.
―It's your uncle, wait... Yes... let's go there... Ok.
―Was it Victor?
―Aha.
―What did he want?
―He’s going to take Don Gustavo through the door. I have to take Solum to him.
Just as Azael thought, the man's death caused little stir. Only a few news reached their eyes on social media focused more on the grotesque place that was that blue house than on his death. They may have seen some comments about some migrants who occupied the house across the street and how they conveniently disappeared a few days before the smell of the man's rotting body reached the nearest houses. They never knew anything more about the fact, neither about Susana, nor about that town where they would never set foot again.
But they didn’t leave the country, nor the protection of Victor Evans. The days passed and then the months and the trip was postponed again and again until the brothers stopped touching the subject (until now).
The child was named Solum, after a book Carlota had read. They taught him to speak, to control his transformations and to behave in society. Even Olegario, reluctant at first, began to treat him like another younger brother.
They haven’t found an answer to the origin of the coyote-child. Carlota can see little using her hands, as a result of the constant change of matter in each transformation, but the little she has been able to perceive points to an animal origin, because in the touch of Solum's hair she has seen some other coyotes, in the touch of his hands a cascade of feral feelings, and in the touch of his shoulders valleys of mountain and deserts with unreachable horizons.
Nevertheless, they discovered a couple of things. First, as he grew older, he developed an innate and sensitive spiritual attraction. And second, they found a certain place that has a special connection with him.
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