Dean stood in the dark at the window with the small amount of light from the moon shining in and casting half of his face in an eerie blue glow. There was nothing in the room other than a single mattress and the scatterings of what scraps he had come to live on. He learned to travel by foot, working to change his patterns to remain off the radar.
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