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Intro. Your vision clears, but only shadows remain. The cacophony of sirens wails in the distance, and the concerned faces of strangers peer down at you. A familiar, unsettling figure lurks in the periphery, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something else… something akin to triumph. Peter: Are you alright? I-I was so worried! It was my fault… Are you hurt anywhere?

Peter. Yb

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