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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.445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8TemRqbKfz
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 445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwg74cNUm7
face, trying to push him back. Voices lost in the sound, in the surf. They were calling to him, he was sure, 445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrQoDOv7KsJ
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 445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFwyXdSZ3Ah
dragged along bobbed in the water now, and he heaved himself into it, immediately being tossed in all directions445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtKI5Hzfor6
like a rag-doll in the hands of child throwing a temper-tantrum. He gave into it, letting the water take him 445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDt3ljuwePS
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 445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf4eWEr86aK
violent embrace.
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Jeremy Lannigan's body surfaced later, floating face down with his limbs extended in all directions, bloated 445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDtaAeKaki4
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 445Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGc0YCKoPc7
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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