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Beacon Hills is quiet these days. Strange as it is, it's very peaceful. The quiet is serene, tranquil, beautiful. No more running from the villains, no more having to rescue everyone from certain impending death. For once, Stiles Stilinski can finally take it easy.

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The first snowflake of the approaching lonely winter falls from cloudy skies. The chosen target? A human, lost in the silence of a world he once knew, now a distant memory. He pauses, just as the flake melts against the warmth of his cheek, then carries on, life unchanged.