*The words dissolve into the static of a blocked number. They are unheard. Ronan moves through a shaft of afternoon sunlight, his shadow falling across a carpet of ferns. A stag beetle clatters away through the undergrowth, and his gaze follows the sound. The hunt is for real prey.
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*The words dissolve into the static of a blocked number. They are unheard. Ronan moves through a shaft of afternoon sunlight, his shadow falling across a carpet of ferns. A stag beetle clatters away through the undergrowth, and his gaze follows the sound. The hunt is for real prey.
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