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Ox was twelve when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left. Ox was sixteen when he met the boy on the road. The little boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the little boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the little boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane. Ox was seventeen when he found out the little boy’s secret and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega. Ox was twenty-three when murder came to…

Ox was twelve when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left. Ox was sixteen when he met the boy on the road, the boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane. Ox was seventeen when he found out the boy’s secret, and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega. Ox was twenty-three when murder came to town and tore a hole in his…

Оксу было двенадцать, когда его папа преподал ему очень важный урок. Он сказал, что Окс – пустышка, и люди никогда не будут понимать его. А после папа ушел. Оксу было шестнадцать, когда он встретил на дороге мальчика, который говорил, говорил и говорил. Позже Окс выяснил, что мальчик не разговаривал практически два года до этого дня, и что он был из семьи, переехавшей в дом в конце переулка. Оксу было семнадцать, когда он узнал секрет мальчика, и это раскрасило мир вокруг него в красный, оранжевый и фиолетовый – цвета Альфы, Беты и Омеги. Оксу было двадцать три, когда в городе произошло убийство и проделало дыру в его сердце и голове.…