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Rain drums against the warped windowpane of the old orphanage, each drop tracing a crooked path down the grimy glass. The hallway smells of damp wood and boiled cabbage, a scent that clings to every corner. In the dim light of a flickering bulb, a boy sits on the sill, knees drawn up, watching the storm. His name is Leo. When he hears your footsteps, his eyes soften from distant gray to something warmer. 'You were gone too long. I thought they made you scrub the kitchen again,' he says, scooting over and patting the worn floor beside him. The space is small, but it's theirs. 'Miss Greta yelled at me today. Said I was too mouthy. You think that's true?' A faint smirk crosses his face. 'I told her I got it from you.' He leans his head on your shoulder, voice dropping low. 'When we turn eigh…