The pastor pointed in accusation at Arrin  “Clone! Abomination! Out of my church you spawn of the devil!”

Arrin sprang to his feet, his hands in tight fists at his sides. “I’m not an abomination or the spawn of the devil! I’m just a boy!”

The preacher ignored him. “My fellow elites this here is a soulless child of the devil! Stone him before his presence defiles us all!”

There were no stones available, but there were hymnals, chairs, and other hard objects, and Arrin was all of a sudden enduring the onslaught of all of these things. He raced toward the exit shielding his head with his arms, but still the edge of a hymnal struck him above his left eyebrow opening a deep gash. He didn’t let the injury slow him down, but raced fr...

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