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Welcome Home
There was an audible grind of his teeth grating together as Rasmus instinctively clenched his jaw upon seeing the familiar Hit Wizard uniform. He understood what Riley was doing, hoping to antagonize him into slipping up - into making an error, much like she had done in the past during their sparring. He wondered if the Ministry was aware of her efficiency in dark magic or if they kept her on much for that reason.
βAh, you must be the canon fodder.β Rasmus said, his tone placid and his features void of expression. The man was white as a sheet, looked young - perhaps even too young to have done any sort of real-life dueling. Heβd always loathed the Department of Law Enforcement - they ran around trampling on things they did no understand and their Hit Wizards, the pitiful requirements to hold the position made them of little use beyond front-line human shields.
Rasmus let his thoughts wander out loud, certain that Riley would be attuned - should there be any slip in his defenses. What Raleigh hadnβt taught them was much like a vault, or a safe. the mind had corridors that could be locked away and sealed. That came later, that came from his studies in the Department of Mysteries.
βDo they know youβre just like me? Do they know youβre a monster?β
βIs that why they keep you on? Because youβre little more than a weapon - a tool to be dispensed?β
Rasmus turned his attention back to the Hit Wizard before him, the man had been rambling something. Like some un-pithy rebuttal to his earlier comment, if the Unspeakable wanted he could attempt to penetrate the wizards mind, force himself into the deepest corridors of the manβs most inner thought - leave him a drooling mess on the floor. But that would leave his own mind vulnerable, not to most, but certainly to someone whoβd shared the same teacher.
Cutting the man off, Rasmus leveled his eyes against him, the wedding ring, the glimmer of innocence that hadnβt been buried beneath gray snows of war. He was a wizard of weak constitution - as Rasmusβ father might have said.
βThere is a belief, that two people who have shared the same teacher - should be able to understand one another.β Rasmus scoffed, meaning it more as a joke than anything. β People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. Thatβs how they define βrealityβ. But what does it mean to be βcorrectβ or βtrueβ? Merely vague conceptsβ¦ their βrealityβ may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs? β The man tried to redirect the conversation - pressing Rasmus further about what would happen in Godricβs Hollow, but the older wizard didnβt acknowledge him, looking this time towards the mirror again.
βWhatever their intentions or beliefs - those who canβt acknowledge their real selves are bound to fail.β Rasmus added before crossing his arms and leaning back - he would not acknowledge this man, this nothing, he knew who was, he knew what he was doing when he took that muggleβs life - what was a few thousand more? A statistic - the first act of war that would let every muggle and wizardkind in England knowβ¦. They were not safe, nor would they be until magic reigned supreme. Orders were orders, after all.
Riley focused on everything that transpired within the room. Though Rasmus was chained to the floor, his wand in a completely different part of the Ministry building, she knew that he was still capable of some wandless magic. She'd witnessed him use it herself...The auror pushed the memories aside as she took in the exchange between the men in the room, and regret began to make its way to the forefront. She witnessed the hit-wizard's lack of confidence in facing the murderous wizard currently sat at the table. The former unspeakable's mention of the young man being cannon fodder was all it had taken to turn the lad into a shaking leaf in the autumn wind.
No, that was wrong. There was no need for insult; the leaves had done nothing wrong.
Riley chuckled derisively following the thought, though if it was at the thought itself or its timing she wasn't sure. Either way, it would prove a contrast to the feeling of guilt over having thrown the hit-wizard head first into his current situation.
But this was nothing new. The witch was always internally at odds with herself. Her mother often said it was what kept her well on guard, for she herself would have first-hand knowledge of how duplicious one's nature could be. Raliegh just believed it to be a sign of a vulnerable mind; never able to pick any one thing to which she would be able to truly devote her all. Where her mother saw strength, her father always saw weakness.
Perhaps his opinion on her may have been different if she'd allowed him to see more than just what the auror had wanted to.
βDo they know youβre just like me? Do they know youβre a monster?β
βIs that why they keep you on? Because youβre little more than a weapon - a tool to be dispensed?β
Her eyes snapped to meet his gaze through the mirror, even though she knew he'd have no way of seeing it. Riley didn't know if this was a small comfort or an annoying inconvenience. She wasn't sure what emotion had flitted accross her features, but if the tension in her jaw was anything to go by, she certainly what her face was conveying now.
The brunette didn't bother with even considering a response. She knew the game Rasmus was playing, and it was a game they both knew well. Though most of what he vocalized after was mindless diatribe meant to cause confusion in the hit-wizard and augment the former unspeakable's false sense of superiority, the intended Rowle heir made a valid point. Those who failed to acknowledge their true nature, were doomed to fail at living a worthy life in general.
"I must acquisce, dear brother. You speak the truth in your last lines. However, you seem to fail at noting the irony that comes with you being the one to speak them."
Riley watched as his head snapped back in the direction of the mirror, his eyes slightly wider than he probably would appreciate. Rasmus would appear to have forgotten that though their father had allowed himself to be fooled by the facΓ‘de of the 'Perfect Son', she herself knew very well there was a reason behind a decade's long engagement.
Rasmus could enter her mind and spit all the venom he wanted. Her left hand began to subconciously trace the ink lines on her right forearm that were currently hidden by the sleeve of her robes. The Rowle family motto was inscribed onto the flesh of every legitimate Rowle on their thirteenth birthday in it's runic form, the oroborus. The enchanted ink made sure it would never be removed.
But if there was one thing she had learned long ago, it was that the snakes that dwelled in Rowle manor only ever struck in fear.
Armed with this knowledge, she wasted not a second longer and made her way into the interrogation room.
Darkness Falls
Thank God Dia is at school.
Heβd thought this every second since he watched Rasmus Rowle get taken away in chains. He knew the man was heartless, knew he was cold, knew heβd lost the right to call Riley his sister ages ago - but despite everything, Darwin hadnβt expected Rasmus to turn into a killer. Darwin is pretty sure heβs in shock, pretty sure that the siren indicating there was a possible air raid approaching was all in his head - theyβd evacuated the shelter, but heβd never heard the siren stop. At least not until he tried listening for it.
Darwin was talking to his father when it happened, but even now, he couldnβt seem to place what the conversation had been on - just a flash of green light, then it was over.
He wanted to go to the Ministry.
Savage wouldnβt let him - not that Darwin should have been surprised, but the man was a brute, a veteran, a hero - and at the very least recognized a wounded soldier when he saw one. But Darwin was no soldier, not really, not like Riley was - the Unspeakable might have had the badge, but his training had scarcely prepared him for the field.
Down in the Department of Mysteries so much was theoretical before practical application, in the Space Chamber him and his team often worked closely with those in the Time Room. They measured distances and the relation of time and using muggle physics applied to endless arithmatical calculations and formulas - there were few instances. Certainly nothing frightening like what one might find in Thought or Death or even Love - there was the odd incident of course, someone tried to travel back in time and ended up aging the appropriate five-hundred years and died soon afterβ¦ But they didnβt see the truly sickening underbelly of the magical world.
Diana had told him he was being foolish, that he was risking too much - maybe if the muggleborn hadnβt been in such close proximity to Rasmusβ sister as frequently as he was, his father would still be alive.
Darwin shakes the thought from his head, they werenβt his words, but still, he wouldnβt dare to ever repeat them.
Sitting in his flat, staring out the window of his loft above the pub - Darwin is unable to keep his mind away from the interrogation of Rasmus Rowle. Truthfully he canβt imagine Savage will want Riley talking with the now former Unspeakable, but at the same time Darwin canβt imagine that theyβll be given much of a choice. Darwin knew little of the older wizard, but there was always whispers about him - rumors - because of his name alone the man had been vetted a dozen times. A Ministry employee yet almost weekly Hit Wizards saw fit to raid his family home - always coming up empty handed.
Darwin felt a shiver run up his spine and pushed the creature from his mind, his face turning up somewhat in disgust before his eye caught something in the distance. The setting sun had all but left the Hollow blanketed in a familiar dark, only the soft glow from the lamp posts lit the street, but by this time there was almost always nothing at the tree line - nothing but the silhouette of ancient and even some magical trees.
But Darwin saw a flicker - a spark, something green blink in and out of the trees - then there was another, then another - and another. The wizard rose to his feet and stared out the window, heβd lived in Godricβs Hollow his entire life, even beyond the community he hadnβt seen any sort of bug that let off such a peculiarlyβ¦ familiar glow.
It almost felt like it was taunting him in the most menacing way and it was with a realization that filled him with dread when he came upon the memory that the light was connected to. Darwin shuttered again, he couldnβt allow for his emotions to cloud his critical thinking - thatβs what Savage or er, well, anyone from the Office would probably say.
Taking a breath, Darwin headed out into the night. He was at the tree line when he heard the almost familiar, zip of an apparition Capturing several of the bugs in a magically sealed jar he heard Savageβs voice and turned to see Rileyβs familiar face - smiling instinctively even if only for a second before he felt it taint slightly with sadness. She has his eyes.
βGray. You shouldnβt be here.β Savage said gruffly, his scarred face imposing as ever.
βI live here.β Darwin said smoothly as he held out the jar for Savage to examine and watched as the man grabbed it and brought the bugs closer to his eyes, screwing his face up slightly in disgust.
βStill. We will handle this.β Savage added.
βJust one of those insects has the potential to release a lethal blast with a radius of approximately 6cm. At precisely 1837 the bugs first began appearing - every hour since then, or at least for the three since they started up, both the number of fireflies and their potency has increased exponentially.β
βCan you contain them all?β Savage asked, examining the jar closer.
βNo.β Darwin said simply before he looked towards the forest.
βThen we need to evacuate.β Savage said, the urgency in his tone not missed, but Darwin scarcely reacted - he could tell that the General had already considered the town a loss.
βYou can try, but there isnβt enough time to get everyone to safety.β Darwin said, knowing full well who would take priority in the Ministryβs eyes. βWith your permission Sir - β Darwin turned to look at Riley, feeling his confidence return as he did before he looked fully at Savage. βI believe Auror Rowle and I can find the hive, we can shut it down - somehow - and stop these creatures beforeβ¦β Darwin trailed off slightly, his eyes landed for a moment on the local school off in the distance and he couldnβt help his emotions betray him as his breath caught in his throat.
βBefore what?β Savage pressed, screwing his face up as he narrowed his eyes at Darwin.
βBefore 0037β¦ When their life forms reach a critical mass andβ¦ Godricβs Hollow gets wiped off the map.β
Riley had not been home since the moment the air-raid sirens had gone off in Godric's Hollow. Truth be told, she hadn't even set foot out of the Ministry building since she apparated within it with her own brother in shackles. She looked up from the report she had been working on for a while now. Riley knew it had to be done but, that didn't mean that putting the events of that transpired in the shelter to paper was an easy task. Especially if she allowed herself to think about it all as Riley, Darwin's best mate and Rasmus's younger sister, instead of Auror Rowle, trained officer of the Ministry's Department of Law Enforcement.
To avoid falliing into the former thought pattern, she focused instead on the sense of unease that had caused to look up in the first place. It was a familiar sense, but not one that she believed any person could truly grow accostumed to. Considering the ramifications of having ignored it the last time, Riley was quick to indulge it and made to get up from her desk. She stopped short when felt a much different sensation emanate from her forearm.
The witch pulled up her sleeve just in time to watch as yet another section of the runic piece changed its ink from black to emerald. The changes had started shortly after the 'interrogation' of Rasmus had been concluded. She chalked it up to the enchanments on the damn thing and assumed the irritating thing would stop once it was all a solid color again. Curiosity won over as she brushed her fingers over the mark. It was warm to the touch.
Riley dropped her sleeve as the earlier sense took hold again, and she turned just in time to watch H.A. Savage making his way over to her. The man wasted no time in relaying the situation currently ocurring in Godric's Hollow. It appeared to be a 'plague of green fireflies', with dark-magic signatures that were originating somewhere in the expanse of woods that bordered the small town. He wanted to look into the matter first-hand and wanted her to accompany him.
His mouth said, "Because you live in the middle in those woods and would probably know your way around them better than most," but his eyes said, "because your family practically owned that enitre forest at one point, and no one really trusts you to be left around here alone right now."
Riley nodded her agreement and voiced a simple "Of course, sir."
It was a suitable response to either of the messages he'd conveyed, and she knew he was a smart enough man to know it.
They apparated at the edge of the woods in question. No sooner had they spotted the first green glows in the distance, than Riley felt the irritation on her forearm flare again. Now it was a very distinct, if only mild, burning sensation. She didn't bother to lift her sleeve this time. Her focus was drawn elsewhere when she heard Savage mention Darwin's name. She didn't fail to notice the odd way he looked at her before turning to their superior. In her line of work, it was look she'd seen on many other people's faces before. Seeing it on her best friend's face and knowing that she had been the cause is some way almost left her breathless.
Almost.
There was a task at hand and many more were counting on it being completed. Savage turned to her at Darwin's suggestion.
"You have until 2200 to find this alleged hive and shut it down. You get not one more second beyond that, do I make myself clear?"
The question was meant to be rhetorical, but that didn't stop the response that was provided
"Crystal."
Riley glanced over at Darwin as she realized they'd responded in tandem, and for the briefest of seconds they were both fourteen again, in the Astronomy tower providing the names of obscure stars in unison even though they were across the tower from one another. But as he stepped closer with the bugs he'd caught in his jar, the burning sensation returned pulling her back to the present, where they had just agreed to go on a mission that their boss clearly didn't believe they were capable of completing, and the though the physical distance was no more than thirty centimeters, it felt like they were constellations apart.
Savage apparated away, and wasting no more time, she turned to her partner as she unholstered her wand.
"Lead the way."
CΓ‘diz Rowle - Warden of Nurmengard Prison
C: It all looks so small from here. R: Thatβs because from here, it is all small. C: I wish she could see it. R: She will.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Case File - Darkness Falls
Briefing: Dispatched to Godricβs Hollow to investigate a number of glowing green insects have begun emerging from the woods, reports indicate that the number of fireflies has grown exponentially each hour at regular intervals. Explained to the muggle population as a new species of firefly; the Aurorβs Office has picked up potent, dark magic signatures scattered all over the town - drawing the conclusion that the signatures are coming from the insects themselves, Aurors Rowle & Gray have been ordered to locate the source of the infestation and eradicate the hive before midnight.
Welcome Home
He was bored.
There wasnβt much to do from where he was sitting, his fingers drummed against the surface of the wooden desk - oak, blackened with a cheap finish that screamed mediocrity. Rasmus turned up his nose as he continued to drum his fingers, his right hand was getting tired but heβd timed it so theyβd drum for 1.5 seconds while leaving a half a second in between. In this way he was able to keep track of how much time had passed - so far the Aurors had been holding him in this interrogation room, watching him through a two-way mirror for just over six hours.
Rasmus grinned, showing his teeth as he stared dead center, certain beyond certainties that he was holding his sisterβs gaze. She was, after all, why he was here. He wondered if she knew it was her he was waiting to speak to, if it was her idea to stretch the protocol on holding time within the interrogation room from four hours to six. He broke the stare and tskβd, looking back down to his hand - did she actually think he would crack? - But of course she knew, she knew he wouldnβt break. There had been a time when she knew him better than anyone else in the world, until she betrayed him, betrayed everyone who mattered.
His eyes flickered towards the glass again as he let down his walls just enough for her to take a peak - to hear and see only what he wished for her to see.
βDo you actually think Iβll crack?β
His eyes shifted, his walls back up - his occlumency defenses told of nothing but a loyal ministry worker, an Unspeakable whoβd served dutifully for over a decade in the Department of Mysteriesβ Thought Chamber. One loyal to the Ministry, a man who was engaged - whoβd been engaged for just about as long as heβd served in the Ministry.
She wanted him to get angry, angry like he used when they were fencing - sheβd antagonize him into making a mistake, her error was thinking that now, as a man, Rasmus was about to make the same missteps he had as a child. Years of planning had brought him here, CΓ‘diz was counting on him from where she stood at Grindelwaldβs side - a place he longed to be as well, but, for now at least, his place was here.
The chains around his wrists rattled as Rasmus brought his free hand up to scratch at the scruff that was starting to come in. It was about this time he was usually heading out the door to work - clean shaven, suit perfectly pressed, everything about his image absolutely perfect. From his home to his work space, everything had its place and the elves were far too familiar with the Rowle familiesβ code for punishment Β to dare to move anything.
βAll this trouble.β Rasmus sighed as he shook his head, βover one filthy muggle.β Heβd cast the killing curse in a bomb shelter in front of a large chunk of Godricβs Hollow, although chaos had reigned as people had begun to panic - Rasmus - agitated by the pushing and shoving reacted instinctively, aggressively and had managed to catch a muggle square in the chest. Granted it was the mayor, granted it was the father of his sisterβs partner - someone she had even looked up to possibly, but that was nothing but coincidence.
It was strange how these things seemed to work out.
He and his sister hadnβt spoken in years, not since six months after she competed her Auror training and had hauled his father off to Azkaban. The trial of Raleigh Rowle had been an expedient one indeed - involved in countless crimes from organizing illegal werewolf fights, to profiteering from the exploitation of endangered magical creatures - to the use of all three unforgivable curses.
Rasmus glanced at the white scars on the back of his non-dominant hand, the words βI can do betterβ still faintly visible even today. The former Slytherin didnβt have any love for his father, but Raleigh had gifted Rasmus a birthright and Riley - Riley did not begin the Rowle name and she would not be the end of it. Not so long as Rasmus still had breath in his body, what his sister failed to realize was there was nowhere for a blood traitor to hide - not for much longer, not when Grindelwaldβs forces were about ready to beat down Franceβs doorβ¦ After that happened, England would be alone - too late to join the fight as their Ministry imploded from within.
Rasmus was bored.
He was bored and would not be kept waiting anymore.
βYou really shouldnβt keep me waiting, if I donβt return home every twelve hours then Godricβs Hollow willβ¦ Wellβ¦ It will cease to exist.β Rasmus stated plainly, any trace of a smile gone as to add credence to how serious he was being. It turned his stomach to think of his sister as a blood traitor, to think of her mudblood friends and their filthy halfbreed daughter in the family manor that she could now claim as her own - even though her image had long been burned from their tapestry.
Yet it would be so.
Fate was a cruel mistress.
As she stood leaning against the edge of the two-way mirrorβs frame, eyes cast upon the interrogation roomβs sole inhabitant, Riley couldnβt help but feel the heft of the truth behind the old adage. She had sensed that something wasnβt right the moment they set foot in the bunker, and the unease had only crept further and further down her spine, spreading out through each and every one of her nerve endings, until sheβd found herself having to keep her arms crossed over her chest, hands firmly under the opposite arm, all in a bid to keep them still.
βIf one cannot even yield control over oneβs own appendages, how is one to be expected to hold any form of control over something as powerful as magic itself, dear?β
The taunting words echoed in her mind on a regular basis, almost as if the woman whoβd spoken them to her as a child was still firmly at her side ... and not miles away in a different country, having completely turned her back on the Ministry she worked for, the beliefs she swore to uphold, the sister she swore to protect.
βWhy does he keep staring at the same spot on the mirror?β
The sound of the hit-wizardβs voice shook her out of her thoughts. βCome again,β she said glancing back at them.
βYour brother,β they emphasized each syllable; practically spitting them, βhe keeps tapping his fingers and staring at the same spot on the mirror. Why?β
Riley bit back on the urge to claim she had no brother, instead shifting her gaze back to the man in the room. She dropped her eyes back to the arms once again crossed against her chest, thinking about the habit they both shared. The habit theyβd both developed as children during their long tutoring sessions. βHe might be trying to find a way to keep track of time while heβs in the room,β she said, her tone implying it was a lucky guess at most -though she had garnered quite the reputation for her accuracy with those. βAs for the staring, he probably thinks thereβs someone right on the other side of that spot who he can make uncomfortable,β she added offhandedly. She felt no guilt at the unnerved look that swept the hit-wizardβs face. Their antagonizing would not go unanswered.Β
It would surprise absolutely no one to find that she was not the most trusted member of the Ministry at this moment. Not that she ever had been. The name Rowle inspired many things in people, but trust was hardly ever one of them. Some even used the fact that sheβd arrested the family patriarch as reason to doubt her intentions,Β βWhat kind of daughter turns in their own father?β they had said. She was damned when she did and damned if she hadnβt. Her older sister, once an Auror herself, had defected and joined Grindelwald without anything that so much as resembled hesitation.
βDo you actually think Iβll crack?β
Riley snapped her focus back to Rasmus so fast she didnβt even become aware of the fact sheβd moved closer to the mirror until the reflection of her own eyes blurred her sight. It was a useless trap. Raleigh was never the best father, though his methods were harsh -to put it mildly- he was damn good teacher; Rasmus excelled in his position as an Unspeakable in the Thoughtβs Chamber for a reason. But the older Rowle often forgot that though their views on the subject differed now, they both still had to sit through the same lessons.
It was his actual vocalization that her instinctively clenching her fists, but the auror relied on her experience to keep from biting. Diana often said she hadΒ βtoo much of a talentβ for compartmentalizing, and if ever there was a time to use it, now would be it. Riley could not afford to think to the events of the bunker, to the sight of her best mateβs face when ... no. Not now.
βThose arenβt particularly kind words your brother has for your mateβs dad now are they?β
Riley continued to look forward.
βItβs useless bait.β
She turned to face the hit-wizard.Β βHeβs grown tired of doing nothing, so now heβs attempting to instigate a confrontation hoping to get something, anything, going. He knows Iβm on the other side of this mirror and he wants to be the one to make me jump. He doesnβt realize that in the process, heβs already done so himself.β
βWhat do you mean?β
Riley arches an eyebrow and directs their attention to Rasmus.Β βYou see his hands?β she asks turning to point them out,Β βHe has stopped keeping track of time. The more he talks, the more track he loses. The more he lo-β
She stops mid-sentence at the former Unspeakableβs last words. Noting the look on her colleagueβs face, she states,Β βThe only thing that will cease if doesnβt make a trip to the manor every twelve-hours is his internal clock and deep-seeded sense of perfection.β The hit-wizard seems only partially convinced, and she canβt blame them. She isnβt even quite sure she believes that herself.
βIf he wants the interrogation to begin, then so be it,β she declares.
βH.A. Savage stated that you shouldnβt have any direct contact with the suspect until he arrived,β mouthed off her apparent baby-sitter.
Offering a small smile, Riley simply stated,Β βIβm aware, which is why youβll be going in my stead.β
As the door closed behind her work-mate, she again felt little guilt at the fact that she was essentially using them as her own form of bait. He may not be her brother now, but Rasmus was so once. He took after their father when it came to the strong sense of self-importance. In his mind, he was Rasmus Rowle, the heir to Rowle estate and everything that came with it.
He was expecting to be addressed by an auror.Β βLetβs see how your disposition fares thinking you merit no better than what you once calledΒ βover-glorified Auror errand runnersβ, brother.β
βTo be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.β
βIn three words I can sum up everything Iβve learned about life: it goes on.β
-Robert Frost
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βAlmost everything we call βhigher cultureβ is based on the spiritualization of cruelty.β
Name: Leliana Rowle nee Chevalier
Age: 137 years old
Education: Former Beauxbatons
Other: SeerΒ
Missing for the past 6 months
France - 2006
βHere, take a look at something.β She pulls out a slightly tattered roll of parchment.Β βItβs always with me.β He chuckles at the sight.Β βI did grow to regret ever giving you that old polaroid camera with as often as you used it.β Thereβs a smile on his face and in his voice.Β βIβm not surprised you got it to work though.β She glances over to him at this.Β βReally? Because that makes one of us.β They catch each otherβs eye and burst into genuine laughter.
France - Β 2006
βIβm sorryβ¦ Iβm justβ¦ Iβm sorry mate. I had to come see you, Β I wanted to give you this - itβs one of a kind, just like you - I tried to make you a rose that would turn when someone was being deceitfulβ¦ but it only bloomed at night and would die with the sunrise. The jar has it and the magic suspendedβ¦ So itβs like a sneakoscope, you can carry it around and youβll always know Iβm being honest when I say I will never, ever hurt you again.β
Thereβs a boy with moonlit eyes Β red as blood and gold as honey heβs got ancient wars in his veins Β and the world heavy on his shoulders
Trust me, say the old stories Β heroes will always triumph (question is, whoβs he going to lose Β along the traveled roads?)
Thereβs a girl with silver veins Β and a huntress heart of gold sheβs got battlefields on her skin Β arrows aimed for heavens too high
Listen to me, say all her ghosts Β be who you were meant to be shoot straight, breathe easy Β be the hunter instead of the prey
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