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Do you see it? Close your eyes. See it now? It is where we came from and where we will return.337Please respect copyright.PENANAPmM1We7e0a
Find the secrets you're searching for in its depths, and in those depths, yourself.
Find peace. Go home; you know where to look.
Welcome to the last day of the rest of your life.
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Past the gate, past the red warning flag flapping in the wind and through the haze of rain battering at his 337Please respect copyright.PENANApi64GeFuUD
face, trying to push him back. Voices lost in the sound, in the surf. They were calling to him, he was sure, 337Please respect copyright.PENANAbQTIoEw8jE
calling him home.
Nothing would stop him now.
His feet hit water and the icy blackness crept up to his ankles, his waist, and then his neck. The boat he'd 337Please respect copyright.PENANABKECyGT4Q9
dragged along bobbed in the water now, and he heaved himself into it, immediately being tossed in all directions337Please respect copyright.PENANA6LS3wsmZR7
like a rag-doll in the hands of child throwing a temper-tantrum. He gave into it, letting the water take him 337Please respect copyright.PENANAhCuIu0Tdrx
where it wanted to, staring up at the moon above him: the only witness.
He was ready.
As the boat spun around and around, he climbed to the edge, feeling the water splash up and kiss his cheek.
Without a scream, he let his weight drag him like a stone to the water which met his body like a 337Please respect copyright.PENANARxsK76jucQ
violent embrace.
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Jeremy Lannigan's body surfaced later, floating face down with his limbs extended in all directions, bloated 337Please respect copyright.PENANAamXSbUMf3I
from all the water he'd swallowed and propelled by salt.
The little dinghy he'd taken out off the coast was no match for the storm-produced chaos, and it was found cracked 337Please respect copyright.PENANAS9a1COK6EK
in two, presumably from being bashed into the rocks.
His phone had been left on the beach, flashing with a message from an unknown number: WELCOME HOME, JEREMY.
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