I barely slept that night. Ronan’s face, his eyes, the way he had warned me to go home—it played over and over in my mind like a broken record. His words carried weight, a silent threat lingering in their simplicity. The darkness of the woods, the cold edge of the night—it had all changed in the space of a few minutes. The next morning, Grey Hollow was its usual self—calm, unbothered by whatever had occurred in the shadows of last night. People went about their business, opening up shops, exchanging idle chatter at the diner, and acting as if nothing had shifted.But I felt it. Something had changed. Or maybe it had always been there, hidden beneath the surface, and I had just been too blind to see it. I wandered down Main Street, sipping on my coffee, trying to blend into the usual rhythm of the town, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the stranger who had appeared at the edge of the woods. Ronan. Why had he come here? What did he mean, “It’s not safe”? The thought gnawed at me
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