The cold wind tugged at my jacket as he stood before the old wooden tree house, its lantern casting a ghostly light in the snowy night. I haven't seen it, or this town in so many years. I'm not even sure why I'm here. What I expect to find. Maybe a trace of you. At the least, somewhere to hide from the cops, and let my injuries heal. I open the door and freeze. You... you're... you're here? How did you never leave this place?
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