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“Charles?” The boy asked, startling him from his thoughts. His voice was soft and kind, like his mum’s often was after a particularly rough night with his dad.Charles looked up, his good eye blinking owlishly. “Who’re you?”He looked back at Charles, lips set in a wobbly frown. If Charles had to guess, he’d say the strange, stuffy-looking boy was trying not to cry.There was a long beat of silence. And then:“Oh, my dear. What has she done to you?”---Or, after tangling with the spirit of a mad scientist, Edwin is left with a seven-year-old Charles that has no memory of him or their afterlife together. Edwin learns about Charles’s childhood in steps, as Charles finds his way back to the family he’s built by working through the trauma of his past.