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had let her know. Instead of being able to move, however, he felt he was pinned.

Then he felt a constriction so tight it hurt.

There had been some warning signs of that during the last few days, but he hadn’t worried about it. Everything that had happened to him seemed normal.

He moved again, wishing she would sing to him. But his mother seemed to pull away from even more as he emerged into the light. A light so bright it blinded him. It hurt so much he let out a howl.

“Congratulations, Olivia,” he heard a voice say, “it’s a boy!”

Then the child recognized the next voice. “Oh, my God…he’s so beautiful!”

It was a tearful proclamation of joy and love.

It belonged to his mother.

The doctor handed the newborn baby gently over to its mother, who welcomed the child in warm open arms.

“Have you decided on a name, Olivia?” The doctor asked her.

“Dorian,” the child’s mother said, smiling. “His name shall be Dorian Gray.”

Dorian Gray IV’s only memories were of shifting back and forth in the soft, protective confines of his mother’s womb, dreaming of the gentle sounds she made. They were encouraging songs and tender coos that let him knew how much he was already loved. As she sang, he

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