Henry longed for a greater life.  His power was struggling to be free.  Patience, however, remained his strongest ally. One day, he would be released.
“These nightmares are dreadful,” Desmond said.  His sweaty face distorted in the mirror. One bloody palm against the glass, he asked, “Why are you calling me Henry?”
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