Sometime later, he rose and moved to the window and jerked it open.
He needed air.
He needed to fly.
He screamed the name.
"SHAZAM!"
And then he was flying, high and away.
Even as he did so, inside him, a struggle was going on. Wisdom of Solomon against heartbreak and sorrow and too much darkness. His mind was chaotic as he soared higher and higher up
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