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"𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?" 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚌 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 - 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 (𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍: 𝚐𝚞𝚗) 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍. 𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 - 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚛. 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙. 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 - 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏? 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 '𝚌𝚘-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜' 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙?

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Shadows Over Alaska - Werewolf: The Apocalypse

"Watch how close you get to that fire cub, linger too close and you'll singe your fur." -Unknown Mentor

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍."

𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗. 𝙰 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. "𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 - 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚜. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔." 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 - 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍. "𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎!" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. "𝙷-.. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚖 𝙸? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢." 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚞𝚖.. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 - 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎." 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗. "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐- 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎."



"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔?"

𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

"𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎!" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝙰𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎.

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