✁ . . . 021. ❝ The... Music? ❞

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. . . 021 ✩

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙻𝚄𝙳𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶:
- 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴
- 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃
- 𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴
- 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙸𝙽𝙹𝚄𝚁𝚈/𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷

❝ THE... MUSIC? ❞ ♫



































































































































































RAY STOOD ON a branch, breathlessly wiping his mouth

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RAY STOOD ON a branch, breathlessly wiping his mouth. "It took us a whole day to lose them, eh?" He said through gritted teeth.

He never felt so angry, apart from the day Astoria left. That night, he felt so angry at the world, and wondered why things worked out the way they did.

But right now, he was angry at the man.

"Don't let your guard down." The man said, "The Poachers won't give so easily."

Poachers?

It's the hunting ground.

"You're such a dick." Ray muttered, "It's not that. I just want to get Emma out of there now! Where are we?"

And that's the moment it dawned on him that Emma had the pen.

"For fuck sake." He whispered to himself, the grip on his gun tightening. "Even if I have to go alone, I'm going to Goldy Pond."

The man watched as Ray leant down on the branch.

"We're here." Left the man's mouth.

What?

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