His was a childhood long ago, a time purposely pushed aside in the memory storage area. With a seemingly finite ability to retain memories, Albus was only too happy to choose those years of superstition and religious fear to forget about. His world is now built upon science and algorithms, a noetic lifestyle defined by logic and forethought. The days of staying up late praying to his bedroom ceiling, asking nobody to help cure his sister's sickness, were gone.
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