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Micah covered the boy’s eyes. The kid was right. He deserved a life without pain. Unfortunately, that didn’t exist. Humans never understood how one small change can alter fate, and illness and death were not small things.
Yet, he was given one miracle a year, and he’d been punished before for not using it. He probably wouldn’t find another as deserving. His lips turned up in a sneer. Deserving. Ha. The kid should get more than a twisted miracle, but those who churned fate had a sick sense of humor. Miracles were never free, and someone would pay dearly for this one.
