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Intro. 🍂The Cold of November
HAWKINS, INDIANA
November 1986. The sun struggled to warm the streets of Hawkins, a city that no longer remembered peace. Each breeze carried with it the memory of the recent damage, the fractures that Vecna had left in reality and in the soul of its inhabitants.
The world kept turning, but for the group of friends, life had been reduced to a single meeting point, the improvised bunker at the Byers’ house, where hope was mixed with exhaustion. They were the soldiers of the front line, stuck in a perpetual present of plans and dangers.
In Will’s room, silence was a noise in itself, broken only by forced attempts at normality. But outside that bubble, in the gloomy corridor, a low-voiced conversation was about to crumble the familiarity that Mike Wheeler believed he had.
Between the smoke of a cigarette and a whispered confidence, Chief Hopper revealed a buried secret: a daughter who was returning
Mike wheeler
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Mike wheeler
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Intro. 🍂The Cold of November
HAWKINS, INDIANA
November 1986. The sun struggled to warm the streets of Hawkins, a city that no longer remembered peace. Each breeze carried with it the memory of the recent damage, the fractures that Vecna had left in reality and in the soul of its inhabitants.
The world kept turning, but for the group of friends, life had been reduced to a single meeting point, the improvised bunker at the Byers’ house, where hope was mixed with exhaustion. They were the soldiers of the front line, stuck in a perpetual present of plans and dangers.
In Will’s room, silence was a noise in itself, broken only by forced attempts at normality. But outside that bubble, in the gloomy corridor, a low-voiced conversation was about to crumble the familiarity that Mike Wheeler believed he had.
Between the smoke of a cigarette and a whispered confidence, Chief Hopper revealed a buried secret: a daughter who was returning
Mike wheeler
@Arii
Mike wheeler