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The Imperium Chronicles
An Unseen Danger
Chapter 1:
1943
Belgian Congo
Somewhere deep within the Jungles of the Belgian Congo lay a long ancient and forgotten crypt – for centuries it had been missed, overgrown by the jungle’s foliage.
It was here, within that forgotten crypt – Willie found himself surrounded by ancient damp and grey stone, a heavy and thick, musky air filling his lungs; an unease clung to him like a second skin; Willie was 5-Years into his research, nearing the age of 30 he had spent much of his life taking orders from the Imperium – his family had once served loyally to the Cult of the Minotaur until its chaotic collapse in 1912, now, while still an Imperium loyalist, he had no true ties to any Cult group specifically, though, he did tend to prefer working with the Cult of Seshat.
It had been the outbreak of war that had catapulted him into an unknown situation – he would serve Britain’s armed forces willingly, but, he still had Imperium-operations to perform, in ’39 he was issued his papers and the overseas service even worked to his advantage, giving him access to the military intelligence that had previously been denied since the Imperium’s struggles following the Crete Bombardment in 1911 by William Smythe.
And by ’41 he had begun using his new military connections with ease, it required no manipulation – merely truth to the right individual.
Now, he was far from the battles of North Africa Campaign, which was already moving close to an Allied victory – he was instead deep within a crypt that intrigued him to no end.
Leaning over a table, his lean frame was shadowed against the crypt’s stone walls by his flickering lantern – he was in the middle of trying to decipher the hieroglyphs he had discovered adorning a sarcophagus and its walls – they made no sense to him, even as he checked them against his own journal and documents that had been provided by allies in the Cult of Seshat.
Moving his hand up; he ran his fingers through his short, dark hair, slick with sweat due to strange, overbearing humidity of the crypt – he was deep in concentration when a guttural grunt shattered his peace, turning his head sharply – looking backwards over his shoulder.
The source of the noise was the new Recruit he had accompanying him – James Ritchie; he was a large fellow, much larger and bulkier than Willie was, yet, as discovered, he lacked any experience in hand-to-hand fighting.
Willie, he was a brawler – he never had any hesitation when it came to a fight, it was a direct result of his upbringing, but yet; this deceptively large burly recruit had proven previously his inability to fight during a spar with Willie, not only did he lack the experience, but he lacked coordination or any degree of skill.
It was then Willie noticed, James was not alone.
With him was a woman he recognised – she was just within her 25th year of life, a slender woman and, if he didn’t know her, a first glance would easily wave her off as unthreatening – she looked almost out of place, her exploration gear and clothing was neat – she stood quietly, her hair a deep, saturated blackness that was like midnight, she looked carved from alabaster; smooth, high-cheek bones and lips the colour of bruised rose-petals, her hair worn in a chignon.
Her eyes were wide and innocent like pools of calm Caribbean water – she recognised him too.
“Victoria” he breathed
Willie’s eyes widened a fraction – the last he had seen of her was before he parted from Cairo a month ago, he had promised to be back before the April; their first encounter had been in ’41 during his original arrival into Northern Africa – she had been working as a Military Nurse during that first encounter two years prior.
He had fallen for her immediately and made every effort to impress her, despite some confusion regarding her roughhousing with soldiers she clearly had a good relationship with, often par-taking in bets during shows of strength which usually surprised people with her method of hand-to-hand fighting, very reminiscent of a blend of western boxing and eastern martial arts.
But the foundations of their bond came – but, upon learning who she really was, it became a balancing act – his loyalty to the Imperium, he needed to keep that secret – Victoria, he discovered came from an Anti-Imperium Hunter group – but not just any, the family that had fully reorganised the British Hunters, raising them back from extinction in Britain in the 1920s – it explained to him exactly why she was so adept at fighting.
Their relationship had remained steady, there had been no issues – regardless of the stress when it came to his balancing act, he made every effort for Victoria, now though; everything was about to completely unravel.
There was no doubt to him she would have worked out his connection to the Imperium, the badge was present on his lapel; within perfect view for her.
Victoria stared at him, he noticed something strange though – she looked scared, her subtle hand movements indicating she was becoming more and more agitated; it wasn’t a sense of betrayal that was in her mind, there was something else “Willie” she spoke softly, a northern English accent hinting at her Lancastrian origin, but it was strained, a rasp her eyes began to flicker away from him, tracking something unsee “Willie…, I need to get away…, please…, please let me go” she begged, her eyes drifting towards the distant corner, she seemed to glaze over “I see that…., I see that…” she suddenly lashed out
Chapter 2:
Willie’s felt his expression shift, a rising sense of concern as she lashed out, it alarmed him – he recognised while she could be strange at times, it was to be expected considering the unusual background she had, like himself, there interactions though, she never displayed such outbursts before, and her sudden shift into a full conversation – subtle animated gestures with someone not even with them raised his concern higher.
He shift from lashing out to something almost completely timid was jarring; James himself was a little confused when she became more animated – she made no effort to pull free, but even as he held her wrist, she gestured wildly with both her hands, forcing James’s hand to follow her movement; then came ‘I love him’
Willie realised then whatever it was that was wrong, whatever it was she was communicating with – even though he could not see it, it was real to her.
James’s grunted as he looked towards Willie; he noticed Willie’s shift in posture, the expressive concern in his face – he began to question; realising the recruit was looking at him, he quickly snapped back into the Cultist Enforcer façade he had; his eyes returning to Victoria, but now, he directed his speech to James “Bind her wrists” he instructed – he needed to do something
Knowing that there was something wrong; he was trying to come up with something quickly, he didn’t want her potentially harming herself
James though was confused at the instruction “Sir; we should be putting her down; she is a Hunter, she was carrying blinding eggs when I captured her near the entrance; had she not done…, whatever this act is…, she could have actually tried to fight, instead, she spent her time gesturing and talking to herself”
“I said, bind her wrists” Willie repeated; he pushed his tone deliberately, adopting a more authoritative voice against a recruit “I shall…, ‘end’… it….” The hesitant pausing did not go unnoticed by James – but it did reinforce his believed narrative – Willie was going to take the kill himself, it provided him a sense of frustration
This had been the first encounter he ever had with a ‘Hunter’, everything he had learnt about them had painted them as dangerous adversaries – with one such figure; ‘Lydia Langdon’ standing out as the most dangerous of her generation of Hunters and now, right in his grip he had a Hunter
She did not seem all that threatening, he knew they were dangerous since their resurgence – they had after all started to cripple Cultist operations and even strike at heavily protected Bureau’s – which only amplified the crisis across the Imperium since the awakening of their Celestial master in ’41 by a Cult of the Minotaur Fanatic named ‘Stanley’.
The opportunity to kill a Hunter was too much of a rush to the system – he began planning out what he could do, since he knew Willie was busy, so would be unlikely to immediately execute – he felt his lips curve upwards ‘I could take her away; make an excuse that she tried to escape and had to kill her in self defence’ the sly grin did not go unnoticed by Willie, he recognised exactly what was going though James’s mind
The grin was unmistakable – Victoria would be in danger, and the awareness he could not leave her alone with James demanded a different approach, his eyes flickered about, spotting the pool of stagnant water “Don’t be getting ideas of glory” he said sharply, gesturing to the pool “I will be executing her here and right now; now bind her wrists and get out of my sight!, go and guard the entrance!” he needed to pivot, his hastily made plan was already at risk of discovery – he could deal with James if needed, but, the growing sense of concern for Victoria’s mental health made him wary of potentially scaring her – he needed to make things up as her went
With an irritated growl; James moved – Victoria, who had spent the entire time communicating with something they did not even see gave a subtle shift in her posture – when her arm was pulled back by a rough, firm hand, her face contorted, her muscles gave a subtle twitching – that frightened woman whose vulnerability had been on full display vanished fading completely into the background as something cold and predatory came to the surface, a subtle flicker in the eye as if adjusting orientation – those calm Caribbean-water like eyes sharpened suddenly, glinting with a dangerous light.
When she responded to the arm twist – she responded suddenly, turning forcefully, twisting around, James, who had not been expecting someone who had so far been so complaint, so ‘weak’ to twist so violently it was just simply unexpected.
James makes an effort to maintain his grip – he is almost certain that she should slow down in some way if she hurts herself resisting – but she doesn’t; instead, her free hand flew upwards, striking fast and powerful as her palm struck the centre of his throat.
The effect of the impact was immediate – he released Victoria as he was sent reeling backwards, choking; his hand flying up to his throat as he stumbled away from her, tripping over something before crashing down into the stagnant pool that he believed was going to be her resting place.
Chapter 3:
Willie froze up for a moment, processing what just unfolded – instinct, now kicking in, he moved forwards quickly, he need to get a hold of her; not to hurt her, but to try and restrain her safely; his movement though did go unnoticed – a subtle twitch of her ear as she heard the movement snapped her head back around to face him.
Quickly she raised her right leg, pivoting on her left as she balanced and kicked out – the heel of her right foot driving into Willie’s sternum, and while it did knock her off-balance, it stopped Willie’s advance, even if it was only briefly.
Resuming his movement forwards; he made for a grab “Vic!” he shouted, desperate as he made every effort to restrain her – her movements became disorientating as she evaded and served to avoid his grip; when reaching one more time, her hand also flew out and her fingers latched around his wrist; her thumb finding the radial-nerve – it immediately registered what was about to happen “Shit” Willie breathed
The moment Victoria clamped her thumb onto that radial-nerve, it sent a sharp, surging pain up his arm as she deliberately used his forward momentum to take control, positioning her foot to trip him; Willie, using his free hand instinctively grabbed a hold in effort to stop his fall, pulling her with him when she suddenly lurched forwards from his drop downwards, the two falling into a tangle of limbs with a thud against the ground, though, Victoria did not hesitate to move, quickly straddling him, her hand finding the exposed knife on his belt, fingers wrapping its handle and pulling it free.
She raised her arm up; the knife was now positioned above her head and ready to descend – then, she simply froze up.
Just as the darkness in her eyes reached its zenith, a sudden blankness washed over her – she seized up completely, what had been a fierce grip was no trembling; as Willie panted heavily, he watched her sudden freeze ‘Something isn’t right at all’ he thought
Gently; he reached up with his left hand – it was an effort to make physical contact, but he did manage – the physical contact of his fingers as his arm strained; the tips of his fingers traced the curve of her cheek – she did not pull away from him, instead, there was a subconscious shift forwards – she had registered the physical contact “Victoria” he murmured his voice was soft, gentle – the tone only reserved for her the straining became less of an effort when Victoria had subconsciously moved towards the contact, no longer was it just the fingertips; he could just about stroke her cheek “Victoria; listen to me, I need you to drop the knife…., I promise, your safe, I am not going to do anything to hurt you”
The subtle crack that he had managed to create needed time – he required more time, and if James became a threat again, the delicate balance he needed would be completely destroyed – though he noticed a subtle shift in Victoria’s eyes – they seemed to narrow, they locked onto his which blanketed his thoughts as he realised that it was possible he might not actually be reaching her “You was going to kill me”
Willie stared – the voice was not soft, it was not the gentle, melodic sound that he loved about her voice; it sounded evil, angry – it was not Victoria, his eyes nervously drifted to the knife, it was still held by her trembling hand.
He knew he had to be careful, with a deliberate, purposeful movement – he reached up with his left hand too; trying to cup her face gently, that subtle flinching reoccurred – he could reach her, he needed to be careful “No…No” he said softly “Vic, listen to me; I swear, I was trying to protect you” his tone was raw, desperate as he tried to relay his honesty “I would never hurt you; I love you, please…, please just put down the knife”
It was clear he was making progress; her hand began to drop.
The tension in her raised arm clearly began to slacken – he needed to keep trying to calm her, whatever it was that was wrong, he needed to maintain his balance; gently, he strokes her cheeks with his thumbs “Please Vic; come back to me”
Chapter 4:
With her arm beginning to lower, Willie felt a shift, a sense of relief beginning to build – then, it all changed as another voice cut through the tension – that subtle softening immediately hardened again, her muscles tensed up; he felt the shift – the voice was smooth yet insidious “Victoria” the voice repeated
Willie tensed his jaw, trying to take the moment to look away from her, but he was worried she might strike if he didn’t maintain his eye contact “What exactly are you doing; you hesitate?, this man is the enemy” the new arrival stated, his voice becoming firmer “He is the enemy; have you inherited your mothers softness”
Willie needed to look – briefly breaking eye contact and turning his head to the new arrival – he was a tall, lanky and gaunt figure with greasy hair that reached just to the base of his neck with shifty eyes; since Victoria still had not yet moved, not yet reacted; this new figure frowned “Victoria?” he questioned much firmer than before “Victoria, it is me; Charlie”
Willie’s eyes returned to Victoria – her gaze had clearly hardened, she seemed to have tensed up entirely, dangerously coiled for lethality – the more Charlie spoke; the more Willie disliked him, he could sense that something wasn’t right about him – he knew Victoria was a Hunter, but, there was something about Charlie that did not scream ‘Ally’ she was not changing her posture, and despite the smoothness of his voice, it was uncaring because he was watching Victoria again, every subtle, almost imperceptible move she made since his arrival had been reversed completely.
Since she simply did not move – she did not strike; Charlie purposely knelt down to her height, raising his left hand and waving it directly in front of her, before clicking in her face – it yielded nothing, so he clicked at her ears, there was still no change leaning a little, he looked into the distant glazed eyes “Victoria?”
The air settled much heavier, much more oppressive as Victoria simply did not regain any focus – it was as if she had completely vanished from them – after multiple finger-clicks by her ear and again in front of her face, Charlie resorted to another tool – it was meant for identifying friend from foe on a battlefield – Willie immediately recognised it as a ‘Cricket’ an American issued clicker – two sharp clicks followed, yet even that warranted no reaction, not even the slightest flinch even when done so close to her ear, Charlie looked genuinely confused by the complete freeze up
“Huh…., the Lights are on up here; yet, clearly, no body is home” he gave a slow tilt of his head before deliberately reaching out, making physical contact; unlike Willie, it was no loving contact; but a deliberate manipulation of her head – pushing her chin upwards, he tried tipping her head backwards, an action she actively resisted
Willie though; his hand gently reached unnoticed for Victoria’s leg – as she resisted Charlie’s effort to tip her head – his fingers gently pushed at her skirt, an effort to make physical contact somewhere without notice; her eyes immediately flickered downwards, it had gotten through whatever it was that was wrong
Her expression shifted, the coldness in her eyes seemed to recede completely, replaced by that wide-eyed confused look, there was a dawning horror to her gaze as she looked at Willie; she finally registered him beneath her straddled position – the touch of his hand on her thigh and then, Charlie’s fingers against her chin; while she didn’t immediately process Willie as alive – initially believing she had killed him causing a scramble.
In a jerky movement, Victoria shot upwards causing her to bump into Charlie and knock him back from his kneeling position; the knife in her hand fell free, clattering to the ground as if it had burned her hand, her movements were so sudden it momentarily disorientated her amplifying the dizziness that seemed to have come from nowhere leaving her off balance “Mum” she whispered urgently as she moved backwards
Her eyes flickered back to Willie – despite him looking directly at her, she didn’t yet register it fully.
Charlie looked at Victoria, slowly straightening as he rose upwards – this was completely new to him, he was use to the violence she displayed, the roughhousing with other Hunters, but this; her terrified posture was completely at odds with what was usually presented “Where is my mum….., I need my mum” her voice came horse and desperate – she did not know what was happening, but she did know she was not safe
It wasn’t Willie though, he wasn’t the cause of her feeling unsafe, it was Charlie – he took recognised it, he saw how, even confused, she seemed to have begun recognising he was a danger to her, it drew a creepy smile to his face, curving his lips upwards
“Your mother is with that brother of yours; George isn’t it” he commented “That rebellious twin of yours” he added, shaking his head “She is meant to be organising a ship from Boma to Southampton remember, it was agreed we would seek out information on our enemies, your Mother and Brother would go to Boma, and your Older sister and Father would travel to another Cultist excavation site”
Chapter 5:
Willie listened to the exchange – watched Victoria’s posture carefully, he sensed something wasn’t right – his eyes drifted back to Charlie, listening to how he spoke; there was something odd, he wasn’t sure why, but, even I a crisis – he was certain Victoria should be capable of pin-pointing where her mother would be, she had done so before during a sleep-walking incident he was present for, even unconscious, she still managed to direct him to her older sister.
His voice too was just far too smooth, he narrowed his eyes as he watched Charlie “I tell you what Viki; let’s go and seek out that sisters of yours; after all, she and your father shouldn’t be far”
While the words seemed reasonable, it seemed to finally settle – he was not using her family by name, and his subtle grin only increased Willie’s anxiety.
To defend Victoria – he made a subtle movement, an effort to reach for the fallen knife – his movement did not go unnoticed by Charlie though who watched carefully at the periphery of his vision, his grin only widening.
Victoria, she began to just blank everything out, her eyes flickered about again tracking movement unseen by either Willie or Charlie, then – a splash drew her attention with a snap, her body flinching as she looked to the source.
The recruit; James had finally begun to make an effort of trying to actually get out from the stagnant water, he had spent the entire time staring in shock at what had unfolded, and had so far been entirely forgotten until his movement “Most irritating” Charlie commented quietly
In a deliberate move, Charlie shifted his posture, kicking his foot down into a stamp against Willie’s head – the intent was clear.
Willie’s head cracked hard against the surface of the stone floor with an unheard ‘crack’ – his head, from a raised position had by forced back down hard, and it rendered him completely limp.
Victoria’s eyes widened in horror – her hands raising to cover her mouth at what Charlie had just done, as Charlie moved over Willie’s unmoving form, Victoria eased forwards, she mover gingerly, utterly terrified “Willie?” she whispered, barely audible to her own ears, her vision beginning to blur with tears
Then, a loud bang erupted causing her to scream out with a startled reaction – the bang itself seemed only to amplify the growing pain in her head; the onset of a headache beginning to impact her, disorientating her further; as she span around, her eyes landed on the source – Charlie had just shot James, his body now slumped still partially submerged in stagnant water up to his waist
Collecting Willie’s leather-bound journal, Charlie gave a quick glance over before pushing it inside of his jacket and turning to move towards Victoria – he had the information he needed, now, he just needed to vacate the crypt; putting his arm around Victoria, he purposely directed her away from Willie “Come on then; let’s go find that sister of yours”
“No…No” she whispered urgently trying to look back towards Willie as Charlie guided her away – Charlie had begun processing a plan, though he recognised the significant danger of Victoria’s mother – her mother was a Hunter Legend, to cross her, even if she had tried to settle peacefully would still be a death sentence if she was to discover what was happening
As Charlie led Victoria away – Willie, slowly beginning to move, despite his vision swimming watched Victoria’s terrified exit – he recognised immediately that she was in danger if she did not receive help, he had noticed how increasingly off balance she was becoming, the signs of her head hurting as her hand reached upwards to her head.
With a great effort, Willie finally forced himself over onto his hands and knee’s – his concern for Victoria now eclipsed anything he was originally meant to be doing.
It took him all his effort to even get to his feet, his body swaying and forcing him to catch himself as he went forwards, his hand hitting the stone wall in an effort to stop himself falling – his focus was Victoria, he was not going to let her be manipulated into some kind of killing machine.
To him, she was no adversary – she was someone he loved and a victim of something he was not yet aware of; whether it be from the unseen conflict between the Imperium and the Hunters or due to some kind of trauma and manipulative influence, he knew immediately that he had to intervene at any cost – Willie knew that Charlie was not the one Victoria needed help from, he wasn’t even certain who he was or where he had come from – he lacked any true understanding of who Victoria’s family was, never mentioning names, it was suspicious to him.
As he moved he was forced to use the stone wall to help him – walking slow as he staggered forwards, he wasn’t reorientating in any meaningful way; any quick movement threatened to topple him, and he knew James was gone, he was no help at all at this point.
When he finally staggered from the entrance, he momentarily stopped to lean against the damp, slick grimy stone of the crypts wall, the oppressive humidity of the jungle was heavy and thick – a green wall of sound and shadow.
His eyes searched his surroundings for a direction – his mind though, that went backwards to the memory of the first true night together – it wasn’t the intimacy he was focused on, but its aftermath, in the warmth of the loving afterglow when they laid in bed together, he remembered her words ‘Sometimes Willie; Rules need to be broken’ he let out a slight chuckle, a fond memory to reminisce over, he would willingly abandon every rule of the Imperium to help her to him she wasn’t just ‘some woman’ he had met – she was what he would take any risk for “I am going to get you Vic” he murmured softly “I promise” he added, his gaze finally spotting a potential direction to go – the signs of broken foliage, his eyes narrowed with determination as he finally began to venture forwards
Chapter 6:
10-Minutes would tick away agonisingly slow for Willie as he pushed himself forwards, he was already becoming highly disorientated, he felt as though he was trying to balance on a football each time he took a step forwards, he couldn’t run, and whenever his world began to tilt, he found himself forced to reach for the nearest tree.
Taking a deep breath in he began to realise – he wasn’t going to get anywhere near her, she could at this point, be anywhere, and he was no longer sure if he was following disturbed foliage or walking around in circles and tracking his own movement – the noises of the jungle sounded like an orchestra up close – the sound just tore through his head, his breathing had become noticeably heavier “Don’t give up…, don’t give up” he panted before pushing himself forwards, though within the second step he simply fell flat to the ground – the impact was jarring, but he couldn’t push himself up, his arms felt like lead-weights
Each effort he tried, only served to frustrate him when he couldn’t even raise himself “Damn it!…, Damnit, damnit!” he repeated, venting his frustration; he felt a surge in his emotions, felt hopeless – then, there was a movement, it was close by – in truth, it was right beside him
A figure knelt down, knee sinking into the soft soil, there was a gently movement, the figure – a lean lad at 25 was making every effort to manoeuvre Willie onto his back, but with a sense of awareness to be extra careful “Willie?” a deep, Lancastrian voice echoed into Willie’s ears – it was his name, yet, he didn’t really comprehend it, it sounded as if he was beneath water – the word just seemed so muffled, but, he had a chance to finally look at whoever it was that had found him, with a great deal of concentration and effort – he realised he was looking at someone identical to Victoria – the only difference, his physical build and the silvery-grey eyes
George
His face was covered in stubble – it gave him a rough look much like his father at his age, as George knelt calmly, he reached forwards, gently probing the head injury “You’ve got a concussion Willie”
“Victoria…, Victoria” Willie simply said; he believed he was raising his arm in a wild gesture, but; he barely raised his arm up, though George did realise the pointing gesture
“Easy mate; let me get you sorted first, then you can tell me what has happened; I am suspecting she had a funny turn” With careful movement; George tried to help Willie up to his feet
“No…, No…, someone called Charlie” Willie quickly told him; it caused a sudden shift in the air – George’s eyes locked forwards, Willie was now locked eye-to-eye with Victoria’s twin, swallowing he gestured again, making a varied successful effort in pointing “Someone named Charlie took her”
George’s gaze drifted from Willie and began to glance about – his dad had sent him searching after a meet up near a town called; Luango with his mum and sister resulted in a panicked surge of emotion, a visible breakdown by his mother at the disappearance of Victoria, slowly, George gave a nod “Okay…, lets get you at the very least back onto your feet”
“Aspirin” Willie said, gesturing slowly “I need something…, but resting is a no-no, Victoria is in danger” he slurred, leaning his head forwards a moment; George thought for a moment, beginning to reach back to check the pouch at the back of his waist, searching for something that may be helpful
“You realise if I do…, you really should be getting a doctor’s opinion about this right?” George looked back to Willie a moment before returning his attention to checking the pouch
“No time” Willie states firmly “Victoria…, I am not letting her vanish with whoever that Charlie is”
“I would say, one of your lot” he deliberately moved his hand, tapping the Imperium emblem that was on his lapel “But, considering you are fully aware of our heritage and still continued to pursue my sister, I guess I can’t really lump you in with the rest of them eh?” he let a subtle smirk curve his lips happily – finding something, he produced a small, white pill, looking to Willie and putting it into his hand then offered him his canteen to wash it down with clear water “You know this ain’t some miracle cure right; it is going to take some time to kick in”
“I know that” Willie breathed, taking a moment before tipping his head back – a movement that causes him to move back a little due to disorientation and the lack of control of his balance; George quickly steadied him by the shoulder – when Willie brought his head forwards again, he gave a slow nod “Thanks; now, please…, help me up…, I need to find Vic”
George took a second, a moment of reluctance before slowly helping Willie upwards, purposely moving his arm to support him “We’ll do this together; no heroics” Willie merely nodded, he didn’t intend to perform heroics, he just needed to find Victoria – the two would begin to move, their movements would be slow – but they had begun to find clear signs of disturbance indicating – by the marks in the mud that one person was moving with an unusual, shift movement by the way that seemed to circle for no reason – George realised it may actually serve to benefit them if Victoria was struggling severely with her perception of what was around her – they would continue onwards into the jungle
Written By: Westley H.
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