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As I sat in the grass, a flickering light caught my eye; a faint glow emanated from the shed windows, the light of a single candle burning inside. My heart quickened as I walked toward the shed. Maybe whoever had been living there had come home? I raised a hand and knocked softly on the door.
"It's just me, Phoenix,” a familiar voice sounded from inside.
"Royal?"
"Yeah."
“What are you doing in there?"
“Thinking."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Why don’t you just come in?"
As I opened the door, I heard Royal mumble, "It's like forgetting her wings all over again."
There was indeed a single candle burning inside the shed. Royal had lit a fat, waxy homemade number that rested on a small table. He sat in the only chair in the room, leaning back just enough to pop the front le
