But all of that changes on his eleventh birthday when a masked man knocks on the door.
Welcome to Atlantic City.
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Yes, and no. It shows us nothing more or less then the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts. Now you Richard, who has had your body and soul torn apart by war, see yourself whole and young again. But remember this, Richard. This mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it. Even gone mad. That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home. And I must ask you not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, Richard, and forget to live.
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“Why don’t you confer with Mr. Sleater? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics.”
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He’d lived with the Thompsons almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember, ever since he’d been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash. He couldn’t remember being in the car when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of white light and a burning pain on his forehead.
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