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CHAPTER ONE

For neither birth, nor wealth, nor honors, can awaken in the minds of men the principles, which should guide those who from their youth aspire to an honorable and excellent life,

as love awakens them.

Plato.

17 YEARS AGO…

Wrapped in the womb, the baby listened to his mother’s heart beating. It didn’t sound like anything he’d heard before. The rhythm was off, fast but somehow excited. And it was racing.

Her screams still echoed in the amniotic fluid. Those sounds had scared him more than anything. He’d never felt an emotion so sharp, so jangling from his mother. The vibrations trapped inside her womb were less now, but still coasting through the liquid medium.

He felt distance grow between himself and his mother, something he’d never experienced in the nine months of gestation. Pressure constricted around him. His space had grown smaller in the past few weeks, but he’d accepted that. This was different.

He shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. He didn’t like lying like this. His mother already knew that because he

DORIAN GRAY

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