The Return Of General Tyler

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The next day, Tyler returned home from the hospital, his body weary but his spirit lifted. The injured leg, though painful, wasn't as severe as initially feared. As he settled onto the couch, his mind began to wander back to the previous day's events. The image of the strange symbol on the wall lingered, refusing to be shaken. It was a symbol he had never seen before, its intricate design seeming to hold a mysterious power.

Tyler's gaze drifted toward the spot where he had seen the symbol, his brow furrowed in concern. He called out to Alex, who was busy in the kitchen.

"Alex, can you come here for a sec?" Tyler asked, his voice tinged with unease.

Alex walked into the living room, a look of curiosity on her face. "What's up, Tyler?"

Tyler pointed to the wall, his finger tracing the air where the symbol had been. "Can you see that? Was that there before?"

Alex followed his gaze, her expression puzzled. "See what? There's nothing there, Tyler."

Tyler's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "