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The construction crews were all filing out for the day, the Hale House awash in the sanguine glow of the setting sun.
It looks so different than before, the windows no longer blackened and broken. No more dust and cobwebs, the mice had all but fled and although the smell of death did yet linger, it was the promise of new life that gave him enough motivation see this latest project through.
If Beacon Hills was going to continue to act as some unholy magnet to all the things that went bump in the night, they might as well have a solid base of operations that didn’t count as Derek’s loft.
He wanted to build something that not even hate could burn down.
Sitting on the front steps with a cold beer in hand, he bids farewell to the contractors and as their cars flee the drive he sees a familiar face approaching and a tired smile emerges.
“What do you think? They’re doing a pretty good job, right?”
