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He was only four years old. What on earth had he been through?

A hoarse, guttural roar tore from Adrian Grayson's throat—dry and grating, like a rusted harmonica.

Chloe Bishop rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his thin, trembling body. "Adrian, look at me. It's okay. It's all over now. It's all in the past. No one will ever hurt you again—"

But Adrian Grayson couldn't hear her