Through the Eyes of the Outcast

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The world, as I see it, is a collection of scents and vibrations, a map of invisible currents that humans are too blind to perceive. I remember the smell of fear—sharp, metallic, like old coins—and the smell of kindness, which is soft and warm, like sun-baked clover. For a long time, I had no name and no place, only the coldness of the rain and the hardness of the pavement. I was a ghost in the...

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