Metro Manila, June 2016Magnus Zumatra leaned against the balcony railing of his penthouse apartment in Makati, watching the city lights twinkle below like scattered diamonds. At thirteen, he was already taller than most of his classmates, his dark hair cut short, his brown eyes serious beyond his years. The brace on his left leg was lighter now, more of a support than a necessity, but it still reminded him every day of the fall that had changed his life.“Magnus, dinner’s ready,” Delara called from inside. She was fifteen now, beautiful and confident, a regular presence in his home. She’d been by his side through every physical therapy session, every doctor’s appointment, every moment when he’d wanted to give up and never walk again.“Coming,” he said, pushing off the railing and making his way inside. The limp was barely noticeable now, but he still hated it — hated the way people looked at him with pity, hated the way his mother fussed over him, hated the reminder that he wasn’t as
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