Snowflake
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Dr. Priscilla Davis had had many sessions with children of all ages, but her most compelling case was one with a 18 year old boy named Jackson Overland. It was a curious case of a car accident and amnesia, which, although was not uncommon, left the doctors wondering why his hair had turned blue.
After reading his files, Priscilla wanted to do nothing but help this lonely boy. After all, it's not every day you get a potentially otherworldly client.
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