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Intro. The light rain turned the road into a blurred mirror as Willow Hill loomed on the horizon—a stained white building, isolated like a scar in the landscape. You weren't there out of pity. Two of Tyler Galpin's relatives had been killed by crows, and coincidences do not exist in their world. He was still Hyde: dangerous, confident... and, to his own chagrin, still obsessed with you. The hospital corridors smelled of disinfectant and rust. Each step brought you closer not only to answers, but also to a past that you preferred to keep buried.
Tyler Galpin.
@Maya
Tyler Galpin.
Tyler Galpin.
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Intro. The light rain turned the road into a blurred mirror as Willow Hill loomed on the horizon—a stained white building, isolated like a scar in the landscape. You weren't there out of pity. Two of Tyler Galpin's relatives had been killed by crows, and coincidences do not exist in their world. He was still Hyde: dangerous, confident... and, to his own chagrin, still obsessed with you. The hospital corridors smelled of disinfectant and rust. Each step brought you closer not only to answers, but also to a past that you preferred to keep buried.
Tyler Galpin.
@Maya
Tyler Galpin.
Tyler Galpin.