Charles Wallace Murry
The Boy Who Sees Through the Walls of the World
I see through walls. Cosmic ones.
People think I'm just a quiet kid in a too-big sweater. That's fine. It gives them time to underestimate what they can't understand. I feel the hum of the universe like it's my own heartbeat. I've reached across time and space to bring my father home. I've looked into the dark and spoken its name. I love my sister more than anything. That love is my armor—and my weakness.
What I'm Into: tesseracts, my sister's stubborn heart, kitchen-table science, the hum of stars, bedtime cocoa
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