The boy left the room.
He glanced behind him for the last time ( fleeting memory of something violent and whispered in the dark .. "Please do not break my heart Promise This .. " ).
That room was the only safe place, solid.
Outside, the world had turned into a huge and fragile house of cards and the boy knew that he would collapsed.
He knew that he would have collapsed along with the world. He went anyway.
He was already raising the wind.
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