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The Institute
The boy saw the world through eyes of clear, sweet water. And that was why he was at the Institute. Walking in a solitary way down the great halls of the most secret society on Earth, he almost felt overwhelmed. Until he saw the people—his people, for every person was his. He winced at the pain hidden in the eyes of the father speaking to his daughter, the anxiety in a young girl's walk, the rejection the obese woman hunched at. But then his all-seeing eyes cleared, and his heart was filled with love, for he was here to help.