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Rain pounded on the windows, nearly obscuring the welcome sign that preceded the tone.

Ironvale. The place even sounded creepy. Oliver shivered as he looked up at the shadowy

buildings dominating the landscape like stone monsters, with faint light from the windows like eyes

staring down on him. The car inched down the road before coming to a stop in front of a large

iron gate.

What now? Oliver whispered. His mother jumped as if she'd forgotten he was there.

His father ignored him and opened the door, quickly disappearing into the cold night.

Not a sound could be heard outside except for a faint, electronic buzz.

The gate suddenly creaked open, and his father slid back into the driver's seat.

Almost there. Goody. Oliver said, not bothering to keep the derision from his voice.

It's a nice place, Ollie. I think you'll like it. His father was nearly bouncing with excitement, but Oliver couldn't fathom why.

He'd been against the move from the start.

He loved living in a big city, spending weekends at the park or his favorite restaurants with his friends.

He loved the anonymity, the ability to be anyone he wanted. Small town life just wasn't for him.

Yet, here they were. Ironvale, the smallest town in all of Maine. He could only hope they wouldn't

be here long. I believe this is it, his father exclaimed, as they pulled in front of a two-story stone house,

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