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The night was clear. The stars were bright. The boy had an astronomy book, and an objective.
He sat on the cool grass, deftly flipping through pages while his eyes flicked back and forth between the stars on the paper and the ones in the sky. He read the name of every celestial body in that book, until one of the names felt like his own. The constellation of the Eagle, Aquila. He knew it was right the moment he read it, and the relief at finding his own identity was instantaneous.
Apparently the stars really did hold answers.