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Tucked away in the shadows of trees and overgrowth, it was hunched and naked. A face—lipless and burn-scarred—watched him from around a lodgepole pine. Not running after Jude. Not careening toward Stevie. Simply observing. A voyeur, watching an abandoned boy grapple with things that couldn’t have possibly been real.
