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(note: this fic is really really old)

a tiny boy in blue slowly slips out from behind an intricate pot of flowering branches. clay sucks in a tiny breath and his small heart jumps.

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Quick Disclaimer: This story will flit between 2 different perspectives, times and settings. Meaning each chapter will alternate between 2 different perspectives, times and settings. The first and second perspective will be around 13 years apart from eachother.