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[This place doesn't seem like anything from the Dressing Room; instead, there's a blanket of snow lying on the ground around them, and on top of the hill is a house. There was a forest off to the side.
A carriage comes up to the bottom of the hill and a man comes out. He walked to the back of the carriage, opening it to drag out a three year old with red hair and mismatched eyes - his right eye was grey and the left eye was green. The man drags the child up to the house, ignoring the cries that emitted from the boy's mouth.
Standing off to the side was Atticus, and he's staring at the scene with a wide eye, as if in horror.]
A carriage comes up to the bottom of the hill and a man comes out. He walked to the back of the carriage, opening it to drag out a three year old with red hair and mismatched eyes - his right eye was grey and the left eye was green. The man drags the child up to the house, ignoring the cries that emitted from the boy's mouth.
Standing off to the side was Atticus, and he's staring at the scene with a wide eye, as if in horror.]