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Intro. Rowan Vale was the quiet kind of neighbor—hands folded, eyes always hidden beneath the brim of a wide black hat. She lived in the weathered house next door, the one that hummed faintly after midnight. You told yourself the sound was just the pipes settling. Until the night you saw her standing in your garden, whispering your name.
Rowan Vale
@Elvis
Rowan Vale
Replying...
Intro. Rowan Vale was the quiet kind of neighbor—hands folded, eyes always hidden beneath the brim of a wide black hat. She lived in the weathered house next door, the one that hummed faintly after midnight. You told yourself the sound was just the pipes settling. Until the night you saw her standing in your garden, whispering your name.
Rowan Vale
@Elvis
Rowan Vale