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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 161- Cat Scratch Fever

Summary: A black cat crosses Josie's path bringing more bad luck to the Dorwinion castle. Narcisse is off kilter. Charles and Francis unite but not in agreement over their mother. Mary feels deep guilt of her knowledge. Francis gets under Josie's skin. She and Lola speak more about Narcisse's past. A cut won't heal. Bash has a scary story to tell. Josie panics over a possible resurrection.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, censored gif, sexual references, murder mentions

Chapter characters: Josie, Narcisse, Charles, Francis, Mary, Lola, Bash

Chapter word count: 8,447

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When you got to Stephane's chambers, all was quiet after you knocked well over three times and called to him. Odd it seemed, considering the guard had told you Narcisse said it was urgent, so now you became concerned.

"Stephane?!" you loudly called to him one more time and wriggled the locked door handle.

Suddenly, you saw a shadow moving rapidly pacing about under the door and heard Stephane's charcoal gray magical Maine Coon cat Merlin, crying and clawing at the door. The crying swiftly then turned into a low emitted growl as if something were frightening him.

"Merlin sweety? What's wrong?" you asked as you bent down and placed your fingers under the door so you could scratch his chin, but he wanted no part of it. Instead, he began to hiss.

Something was wrong. Merlin was no "pussy" per se. In fact, he was quite the bad ass like all cats believed they were, so the scaredy cat persona was completely out of character for the long locked beauty of a beast.

"Alright honey. I'm coming in." you warned and gave the door handle an electric zap with a single twirl of your finger.

The latch made a loud click and then you cautiously pushed the creaking door open.

"MROWWW!!!" Merlin screeched and sped out of the room so fast, you almost tripped over him.

The room was dimly lit with all the curtains closed and on the sofa laid a sprawled out sleeping Stephane with one hand clutching an empty goblet over his stomach and the other hand grazing the floor with dried blood all over it.

Gasping, you quickly made your way to him, finding yourself crunching over a broken and bloodied shards of a mirror upon the floor. Kneeling down beside him, your widened eyes studied his chest to make sure he was breathing, which he was but it had a low raspy sound to it that reminded you of a....tiger's growl?? and he reeked of whiskey. Believing he was just snoring and intoxicated, you studied him over some more, especially his injured hand as you gently picked it up by his wrist so that you wouldn't shock him.

Angling his hand about to assess it, you noticed his gold ring, the one he always fidgeted with when he was anxious or lying. You had never paid much attention to the details of the ring before but now you could see it bore two gemstones, side by side as one piece that reminded you of the yin and yang symbol, for one stone was a black onyx and the other was a white moonstone. You knew that yin was of darkness and yang was of light. Could that be what the ring symbolized?

Moving your eyes on to his knuckles, they were all tore up so it was apparent that he had punched the mirror, but why was the question? Your hunch was the combination of the booze and his anger at you stemming from Haldir's spontaneous lip lock that he witnessed and possibly even something to do with Catherine's eldest son making an unannounced arrival that Stephane had clearly been upset about.

In that moment, Stephane had been dreaming. It was the day you first came to Dorwinion and he found you his red clover field searching for Haldir's gifted dreamcatcher you had dropped in the colossal cluster. At least he thought it was you as he viewed your long wavy scarlet strands from behind. Upon the woman's turning around, he found himself uttering the same words of shock that exited his lips that day and it wasn't the only shock he got.

"It is....you."

"Here kitty kitty kitty. Miss me? I've sure missed you. It's time to wake up once again, just as I had awoken the beast once before." Caroline cackled, forming her wicked grin and then clutched his hand, sending a burning jolt of juice through him, much like the one you and he experienced that day when your hands touched.

Feeling bad about his hand, you softly laid your hand over his wounds to heal him and in doing so, the electric current that you and he shared when your hands touched, shot right through both of you, startling him awake. But it wasn't Narcisse that you awakened.

Towering over your cowered body as you laid upon the floor in sheer terror, was a snarling and salivating beastly black panther with razor fangs as white as pearls and eyes that burned of the sun...and gusting from his roaring lungs was a fiery breath not of peppermint, but of black pepper.

"AHHH CHOOO!" you uncontrollably sneezed, spraying out a mist of sparkling silver water droplets into the ferocious feline's face.

He roared in pain and swung his paws in a frenzy at his eyes, giving you enough time to run and hide behind Stephane's liquor bar to try and rationally think of what to do, for this colossal cat was Narcisse and you didn't want to hurt him with your magic if you didn't have to, although it seemed you accidentally already had.

You were planted in a panic against the wooden bar, holding as still as you could as your frantic eyes scoured the darkness for movement and your ears searched for sound. Surely the beast would find you by sniffing you out, especially now that you noticed the palm of your hand had been scratched by the creature's claws and was bleeding. What in the hell was happening?? You knew nothing of his shapeshifting power. How the fuck did Narcisse transform into a giant fucking black cat before your very eyes and WHY?????

Your shallow breaths ceased as you heard grunting and groaning and then all went quiet again. As you prepared to counter attack in the least harmful way possible, you were grabbed by the arm and swiftly pulled to your feet by a sweating Stephane.

"Are you alright Jo???" he panted, steadying himself on the bar as you gaped at him in a frightful confusion.

"I...I...uh...umm...yes. I..think I should be asking YOU that??"

Narcisse glanced around, seemingly disoriented. "I...I don't feel so well."

He began to lean and fall, but you caught him and assisted him back to the sofa.

"What...what did you do to me??" he groaned and plopped onto his back, rubbing his eyes similarly to how the elephantine ebony cat had done.

"I...I don't..know?? I..I didn't mean to do anything. Lie still. I'll get you a wet rag soaked in healing water."

You cleaned your hand in the water which seemed to have ceased the bleeding, then quickly came back and sat beside him, forcing his rebelling hands away by his wrists in order not to shock him again and then laid the cool cloth over his inflamed eyes.

Narcisse made a frown as he licked his lips. "Silverbane. I can taste it. You sprayed me with fucking silverbane."

"W..what? I..how? and...I thought you were immune to poison??"

"Well apparently I am not to yours which you seem to have as a built in defense mechanism. I really wish you'd get your magical shit together Jo." he blindly griped with gritted teeth as he held the rag firmly over his eyes.

"But...even I can be hurt by Silverbane?? So how do I...oh wait..." you gasped. "It's just like Garrett. He can be hurt by fire, but yet he has fire power inside of him....and at Lestat's...I....I almost forgot....I had somehow conjured up Silverbane from thin air and blew it at my mother when she had almost depleted all of Garrett's blood."

"And yet once again, we are back to the vicious vampire." Stephane snarled as he snapped the rag to the floor with a huff and sat up.

He was somewhat right, you supposed. There you were, referencing Garrett after what you could describe as a cruel and vicious vision he sent you only moments earlier in your chambers. Even so, what you recalled was all still very relevant which would never matter to Stephane.

"You speak to me about being vicious after I just watched you turn into a very large vicious cat???? No wonder Merlin hightailed his ass out of here. Even he was afraid....and...so were you, for my safety. I can only assume that this is what was so urgent? What the hell is going on Stephane???"

"What's going on is that I'm a bit incapacitated at the moment which you seemed to have forgotten." he defensively deflected in which you immediately pointed out.

"Stop deflecting. Here. Let me heal you and...."

"No! Do not touch me Jo. A bath in the healing waters will do just fine." Narcisse barked as he abruptly scooted away from your extended hand.

"Ok, then at least let me help you."

"I'm perfectly capable of taking a bath...alone. Don't you have some place better to be? Like say...Mirkwood?"

Narcisse rose and headed for his bar to pour another drink, for his nerves were now unbearable after what had happened.

You flung to your feet and followed him. "YOU asked me to come here to your room...and now you want me to leave...and...for good?? What, kicking Haldir out wasn't pleasurable enough for you??? You want me to travel with my child when Harker is stalking all of us???" you reeled with stinging wet eyes.

Stephane's eyes refrained from yours as he knocked his drink back and poured another. Of course he didn't want you to go but his pride wasn't about to let you know that.

"Oh it was quite pleasurable to send the Lorien sprite packing. You have Legolas now since I see I now have more unwanted guests in my castle. He will keep you and Leean safe on your travels."

Narcisse turned without so much of a glance at you and walked to the other side of the sitting room with you once again following.

"You heartless son of a bitch! Have you forgotten why I am even here???! I need that book to stop Jareth!!"

An angry tear jetted down your cheek as you sharply blinked from Stephane's aggressive advance into your face.

"Heartless??!!!!! After ALL I have done for you and your company! All of the kindness I have offered you that I have never given to anyone else! Sleeping in my bed right after I confessed I was in love with you and I even pathetically allowed myself to shed tears at your feet over the fear of losing you. You also allowed me to love that little girl. YOU are the one who has forgotten! ALL you care about are the elves and that fucking vampire. You played me well Josephine. Beat me at my own past games of using someone for pleasures of the flesh. I can see I was right when I had once told you that you were a worthy opponent because no other has ever possessed the ability to make me feel less than I was and I can see no possible means of recovery from it. But I guess I have no one to blame except myself for letting my defenses down and letting you in, allowing you to see me bare in more ways than just my skin. Do you remember when I told you that?? That if you and I were to dive into those waters, that is what you would see? But the thing is...you don't see me! And you never will. I will never make that mistake again. I opened my heart to you. I told you things I would never tell a single soul. I threw you the grandest of birthday parties to make you feel better and because you hadn't had one since you were a child. I risked my life and men for you! I have even saved you from yourself! And for what?? To watch you kiss both Haldir and Garrett. Maybe, instead of standing here tearing my own self worth to shreds, I need to realize that I am not less just because I was much more than your inexperienced little hands could handle."

"Please...please stop Stephane. This was never about who you are. I know I hurt you and I am so very sorry, but I swear I never used you. I genuinely care for you, ALL of you and appreciate all you have done for me and Leann, or I would already be running after what I had just witnessed. I don't want to lose you too. Why can't we just please sit down and talk about this...really talk and listen and stop trying to hurt each other?? Let me try to fix this."

Narcisse knew that he had already scraped the bottom of the barrel with all he had just said and now he knew he must go even lower. You just weren't safe with him anymore.

"Because I have come to see it is no longer worth it. You...are not worth it and never were. It IS very much about who I am. It's about who everyone is because no one is your precious King or even Garrett, for they are all you speak of. No one else is good enough for you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we." he growled with cold eyes and walked away again.

This time you did not follow, but stood there with a gaping mouth as many tears now fell.

Pouring himself more of the liquid courage to help him proceed in ripping both of your hearts out some more in order to push you away, Stephane drank it down, hesitating to turn and face you, for he could feel your tears and to see it would break him, so he remained a coward and faced the bar, then reluctantly began to continue on about Catherine.

"I called you here to inform you in person about Catherine so you wouldn't be blindsided by her release. Is that what a heartless person would do?"

"Catherine's....re...lease??" you stammered. "Wh...why on earth would you do such a thing????"

"I do believe that is none of your business. My castle, my rules and it's about time people start respecting that. I told you what you needed to know, now what you need to do is pack up your daughter and go back home with Legolas after this night."

"Are...are you insane??? Not only is Harker out there but so are Jareth's orcs! They attacked Legolas and Aragorn and almost killed the man who is travelling with them!"

"Insane? I have been called much worse, although I am sure many would be inclined to agree with you. Now, you can take your opinion and run along. I have a much needed bath awaiting before entertaining the enemies."

Narcisse gulped down the last of his bottle, then grabbed a robe and stormed out of the room, leaving you not only reeling at his lack of giving a shit but also wondering where he was even going since his bath was right there in his chambers, so once again, you followed him.

The room you entered consisted of a sizeable stone pool surrounded by dim candlelight and the air scented of floral fragrance, for upon the opaque water floated multiple flower petals. Pink roses if you were to guess.

Stephane stared at you with a scowl and undressed right before your stunned eyes, then scoffed when you promptly turned away upon the removal of his leather pants.

"As if you have never viewed my cock before. Why are you still here??" he griped as he yanked his ring off, then threw that and his robe to the floor.

The Yin and Yang gemstone clanked it's way to your feet. Keeping your back to the very nude Narcisse, you snatched it up.

"Oh stop with the infantile theatrics for once. You know why I'm here. You don't get to drop a bomb on me like that about Catherine and just walk away. I demand to know why you would set her free!!"

You trembled as you could feel him creeping up behind you. It wasn't because you feared him but because of how intimidated you were by his bare form. Not only had you laid your eyes upon the splendid sight of sculpted beauty a few times before, but you had also laid your body on it as well, so why were you so damn nervous??

"YOU will demand nothing of me." he snarled into your ear as he reached around you and swiftly snatched the ring right back out of your hand, but not fast enough to avoid the electrifying current. Gasping in unison with you, Narcisse quickly made his way into the vat of sparkling liquid and sat down to conceal his waxing wood, for the shock had greatly aroused him.

Slowly, you turned to face him once you heard the slosh of his descent beneath the water.

"Well then, I guess Catherine being on the loose is the lesser of two evils with what else has been released!"

"Alright, I'll bite. What do you mean?" he firmly asked while sitting stiffer than the stiffness below him.

"It's what I have been trying to tell you and why I need to find Ashmole. Jareth has done it. He has risen the dead, just like that psychic woman told me at my party or...I should say, like Peter told me in that vision I saw of him and now...he will come for me! I cannot leave here Stephane! Or you would be handing me right to him."

"And just how is it that you know this?"

"How do you not?? You know he has the three page spell to do it, no thanks to my mind altered father and just before I came to you today, I...I had another vision. It was...it was the vampire Kate. I saw her, with a head and all and...with Garrett. My visions are just like my dreams, both of the present and future and they are increasing and if I saw Kate, then many more are out there somewhere, waiting for something, something that I fear will change our lives forever. I fear a war is coming for the winter solstice. An army of the dead. I feel it. Even Legolas senses something sinister in the air."

Narcisse's bright blues gaped at the water in realization that your words were true. Jareth was the reason Rahl had resurrected and in that moment, he saw his denounced dark half reflecting back at him in the ripples, clawing at his soul to fully emerge from the grave...a box bound by 7 iron chains buried deep inside of Stephane's mind where he had cast him out to, but he could feel the chains breaking, one by one as if it were the rapture.

"Ahhh, I see now. That is what has your panties all in a bunch. Once again, it is because of Garrett. You're jealous."

"W...what??? What the hell is wrong with you??!! THAT is all you can speak of after what I just told you?? Not to mention AGAIN that you are releasing Catherine and having some party tonight as if Harker and the dead are not upon us! Oh, and there's the fact that you shapeshifted into a wild cat larger than Blaze! Seriously, what is happening? WHO are you and what have you done with Stephane???"

Stephane's expression was sullen and his gaze soulless, much like the soulless orbs of the animal that preyed upon you moments earlier. A soulless animal he once told you he was not and his words were as icy and cold as his dilated blues.

"The man you speak of no longer exists."

As you stood frozen by his words, he rose from the water. It was a shimmering sight that you now could not remove your eyes from no matter how hard you tried, almost as if magic were being used upon you, breaching your shield.

Narcisse slowly approached you in a most tantalizing manner, the water dripping and glistening over every inch of his masculine form as if he had been slathered in baby oil as his cock gave you it's undivided and full attention.

"I'm a monster. Refume by unfortunate events and given breath by necessity."

You took a staggering step back, unable to breathe. Unable to break the animal magnetism radiating between your bodies until his pupils glowed of the sun once more, followed by a low emitted growl that vibrated through his adam's apple.

Gasping, you stumbled back and found yourself racing out the door and down the hall, constantly glancing behind you, expecting to once again see the melanistic monster with paws measuring the size of both your hands combined, charging after you, but instead, you ran smack dab into Charles as you turned the corner.

"My lady?!! You...you look a fright." the young warlock exclaimed as his arms clutched tightly around your waist.

"I..." you panted and swung your head around to see an empty quiet hall behind you. "I...oh gosh. Well now I am just embarrassed." you softly said as you released Charles while a handful of people he had been speaking with, all stared at you.

"I was just...in a hurry...that's all. I apologize for my clumsiness." you explained, glancing behind you once more.

"Are you sure that is all it is? It would seem as if you believed something were...chasing you?"

His eyes were concerned and confused and you had to wonder if Charles knew of his father's "condition", but you certainly were not going to ask in front of the all the eyes still upon you.

"Oh no, no. I just need to go refresh for this evening's gathering, so I...I will just be on my way now. I'll see you then."

You awkwardly smiled and quickly resumed your path but once you came to the end of the hall, Francis and Mary rounded the corner. As the King and Queen of Lake Town passed you, Francis had slowed his pace to lock his baby blues with yours once again. He also offered you a slight head bow and a subtle smile, then continued on his way to call out to his half brother Charles.

Out of curiosity, you stood by the exit to watch as Charles turned with a sizeable smile.

"Francis." he raved and gave a hand swaying bow to the golden haired King.

Francis skipped the formal greeting altogether and went straight to embrace his little brother as Mary kept her distance and watched as well.

You knew nothing really about Francis but from what you could see, he truly cared for Charles and vice versa.

The two stood and conversed, but not loud enough for you to hear, so after a moment, you turned to leave, only to be startled by Mary.

"Oh..my!" you halted and gasped as your hand planted onto your chest.

"Oh dear, my apologies. Forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you. I am Mary. And you are Queen Josephine of Mirkwood?"

"Y..yes...I.."

"I am sorry we did not have the chance to meet when you and your King were in Lake Town. My King and I were away on business. Luckily I suppose, considering the dragon's destruction. I would like to thank you for your aid in ridding of the foul creature and I...I offer you my...condolences over King Thranduil."

"Thank you." you simply and softly replied as your eyes fell.

Her eyes fell too as she fidgeted with her clasped fingers that laid upon the beaded bodice of her golden gown, that from the waist down, looked as if a thousand ducks had been plucked to assemble it. The girl was most likely no older than you with long waves of dark chocolate hair coordinating with her coffee hues and in them was a pool of true sorrow. Mary knew of the breath that Thranduil still took and may have been aiding her own King in Narcisse's blackmailing, but she was far from content with it. She did it only for the happiness of Francis so his mother could be free, even when she herself knew what Catherine was, for the two always clashed. No one was good enough for Catherine's son, whom Mary deeply loved. And because of that love, she couldn't even imagine what you must be going through.

"A...penny for your thoughts?" you asked the suddenly distant girl who you just realized probably did not even know what a penny was. "Oh...sorry. It's just...modern day currency where I'm from."

Mary's rosy lipped smile grew wide as she giggled. "Oh, I know what it is. My late father-in-law was the greediest man in all of middle earth. He traveled far and wide and had quite the colossal collection of riches, even pennies, which he had mounds of."

Well, that explained to you why Peter ended up there in his search for you and bought the emerald pendant from the abhorrent Alfrid just before Thranduil had captured him. If anyone was a greedy bastard, it was piggish Peter.

"I just...I feel terrible for what you have been through. Word travels far." she continued, then smiled again. "I'll take my penny now."

"Well." you smiled back. "If I come across one again, I will give it to you."

"That would be nice. I know they are not worth much, but to be gifted one from a beautiful Queen would be quite the treasure. It is nice to meet you Josephine. I hope we will see more of each other. I better tend to my husband. He and Charles seem to be in a disagreement of sorts."

You smiled and turned to see and hear the two young men quarreling and you knew exactly what it pertained to. Catherine being released, for Charles was greatly opposed to it and it was quite apparent that Charles had the better head upon his youthful shoulders when it came to her true colors.

"Just ask Josie! She'll tell you!" Charles shouted and motioned for you to come over.

"I do not need to hear her side, for it is not her decision." Francis firmly stated.

"And it is yours?? This is not your castle. It is my father's!"

"And he has agreed to free her. She is our mother Charles. She will not be treated like an animal! Why on earth would you side with the man who destroyed our family??"

Charles scoffed at his brother and quickly turned to you, where you stood hiding slightly behind Mary.

"Is this true?? Did my father agree to release her???" he asked in desperation.

"I...Charles...I'm..sorry. He...has and.."

"Unbelievable!" he snapped and spun back to Francis. "She coerced our sister into using black magic to kill a King vampire, which could have brought a war to our lands that we would surely lose and she also forced her into helping to poison a Lorien elf! And now our sister faces being banished from here with a newborn child!"

"Claude is a grown woman and made her own choices. She was not forced. She will be better off away from here anyways and to return with me to Lake Town, our home Charles! Where you should be as well."

"THIS is my home. I will go nowhere with you, nor will my sister!! You're as mad as our mother! I am going to go have words with my father!"

Charles stormed past you, but you grasped his arm. "Charles, no! I...umm, Narcisse...he's...he's in a bad way at the moment and I would not advise a confrontation. Trust me...please." you pleaded with worried but stern eyes which Charles seemed to understand.

He stiffened up straight and sighed as he lifted his chin to glare at Francis.

"I don't know what you have done to my father, but know this. This is far from over...brother."

Your heart was racing as Charles marched off, for you were praying he would heed your warning about Narcisse. Charles may have been merely 19 years old, but he was hot headed and certainly no push over, just like his father.

Francis turned to you with a smile, showing no sign of shame or regret over the dispute. It was as if it had not even happened.

"My lady. We have not been properly introduced. I am King Francis of Lake Town and I am honored to be in the presence of such beauty."

The audacious blonde bowed down, then took your hand and kissed it right on front of Mary, making you feel terribly awkward and bad for her.

You gently and politely as possible, slipped your hand out of his and forced a smile, when really, all you wanted to do was slap him.

"I...I am Josephine."

"Oh I know exactly who you are. A queen as well. It is such a shame to hear about your King. I suppose now I will have to confer with Legolas for our trades. Or maybe...I shall speak with you instead? I would greatly prefer that. Maybe over some dinner and wine?"

The words going through your mind at that moment were far from queen like. The nerve of this jackass...oh god, Josie, calm down. Breathe. You glanced at Mary, who remained silent with her head hung low, fidgeting again with her hands.

"It is King Legolas and he would be the one to speak business with is usually not discussed over dinner and wine."

The look in his blue eyes told you he was turned on by the way you shut him down.

"We can always skip the business then and just enjoy each other's company. In the meantime, I'll let you ponder on that. Mary...come. I must go see my mother now."

Francis walked off, not even waiting for Mary, so you quickly stopped her.

"I...I am so sorry for that. Please know, I..I would never..."

She softly smiled and took your hand. "It is alright. You are not his first conquest and certainly will not be his last. I..I must go."

As you watched her catch up to Francis, you wondered the same thing that Charles had asked...how did he get Narcisse to free Catherine? Off you then went as well, for you needed to speak to Lola about Stephane's past once more.

Lola was rocking Leean's cradle and singing softly to her when you arrived and you noticed her tears before she quickly turned away to wipe them.

"Lola?? Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes." she proclaimed as she turned with a smile. "Don't mind me. I was just thinking of my mother after we had spoke of her earlier. She used to sing to me and Leean really likes it. Even more so when you do it."

"I am so sorry Lola. I never meant to upset you. I...I miss my mother too. Well, the one I used to know as a child wearing rose colored glasses. Lola, I don't mean to change the subject but...when we spoke of Narcisse earlier, you said there was a time when he was different? Could you elaborate a little more on that because...something is very wrong with him. It's like....it's like there are two of him."

"Yes, that is kind of how he was from what my mother told me. Not kind at all and he dressed much differently. Robes and such, mostly of a scarlet red. Longer hair, dark as coal and his scent was different as well...kind of like..."

"Pepper??" you abruptly interrupted.

"Y...yes? I believe so."

You paced about for a moment in deep thought, fidgeting with your own hand, for it was itching something awful, then you stopped to look at her.

"You're certain it was Narcisse and not a...twin? I know you said before that you did not believe him to have any other brother but Bash, but you were just a child. It's just that... he told me something once that is not adding up now."

"I suppose I cannot be certain. I never saw or knew the Narcisse my mother described and he..."

"He what?" you asked when Lola had paused in thought.

"Well, he...he went by some other name too, I...suppose there could be a twin? If so, he surely never speaks of him. There's only one other person that would most likely know. His brother...Bash."

"Was the name...Lord Rahl??"

"I...yes. Yes, that sounds right. I think it was?"

That is where you would head next, to Bash, for now you were worried that if there was an evil dark twin like Stephane had told you there was, was he the one you had just encountered?? Had he done something with the real Narcisse and taken his place?? Because Lola confirmed the scent of pepper and that is exactly what you smelled. Although Stephane told you that he killed Rahl, it was certainly possible he was brought back by Jareth. OR...were Narcisse and Rahl the same entity? Holy shit.

"Lola..I...I have to go. I..I will see you and Leean tonight for the dinner party and I want you both to stay at Legolas' side. I will find him and send him back here to get you."

As you turned to go refresh, Lola gasped.

"Josie?? Your hand...it's bleeding!"

You also gasped as your eyes gaped at the blood trickling down your fingers.

"Owww, god." you groaned as you quickly squeezed a cloth into your fist, then sat down, for you suddenly felt dizzy and overheated.

"What happened?" Lola asked as she promptly brought you a pitcher of healing water, then sat beside you to help clean the wound.

Not wanting to tell her the whole story just yet until you spoke to Bash, you decided to fib...just a little.

"I..uh...broke a mirror earlier and...cut my hand when I was cleaning it up."

Lola pried open your clenched fist and removed the cloth.

"Oh my. Josie, that's pretty deep and looks...possibly infected."

It did. The gash was slightly blackened around the edges and it burned, and strangely, even more so when Lola patted it with the water soaked cloth.

"Mmmmph." you flinched. "I'm sure it will be fine after I soak it for awhile."

"Maybe you should have the healers look at it? You...you seem a bit pale."

If only Thranduil were here, you thought as tears stung your eyes. He would heal you right up with one touch of his soft magical hand.

"I'm alright. The sight of blood has always made me feel queasy."

The dizziness seemed to have passed, so you took the pitcher into the wash room and filled the sink basin, then held your breath as you submersed your hand. Five seconds was all you could withstand before you had to abruptly withdraw.

"Jesus!" you cringed and then noticed a sizzling effect on the cut of both sight and sound.

"It's like it's fucking holy water. I should be asking YOU Narcisse or whomever you are, what YOU did to me??" you complained under your breath while you angrily wrapped and secured a clean dry cloth around your hand.

"Lola, if Leggy comes back while I'm gone, tell him I went to speak to Bash and that I will be back soon. We can all go to the dinner together. Keep this door locked until then. it is to only be opened for myself or Legolas. If Narcisse happens to show up, you tell him, through the door, that I am not here and that Leean is sleeping so he'll go away."

"Through...the door? Josie...what is going...."

You were out the door and rushing down the hall before she could finish. One way or another, you had to find out the truth because it now seemed that danger not only lurked outside of the castle walls, but still remained inside of them as well.

"Bash!" you loudly whispered against his chamber door as you briskly tapped upon it. "I need to speak to you again. It's urgent."

"It's open." he called to you.

Upon your swift entry, you found Sebastian leaning against the wall by the open balcony doors, looking as if he had seen a ghost. Had he?

"Bash?? Is something wro...."

You froze solid as you came into view of the dead blackbirds scattered about the terrace floor. Slowly, you walked past him with wide eyes to get a better look, praying one of them was not your Freddy, the ridiculous name Garrett had given your crow over his Scooby Doo fetish.

As you visually searched through the feathered carcasses, you soon sighed heavily in relief because they were all too small to be your faithful friend.

"Bash...w..what caused this??"

"Mayhem and death. Birds fall from the sky when evil witches like him are near."

"Him?? Are you speaking of Harker?"

You had only known Bash for merely 2 months, but in that short time, you could tell he was a warlock warrior who feared nothing, not even Harker who had almost killed him...but in that moment, he looked absolutely terrified. And he was, for he had all the answers you sought and although it was a secret to have never escaped his lips, Bash knew this time, he had to tell you and later face the consequences.

"No...my..brother."

"Narcisse...did this?"

"Rahl." he simply stated with a horrified stare into your eyes.

"So....Narcisse does have a twin." you whispered as you clutched your burning hand. "Bash...I...he told me he was dead but...I think this Rahl was one of the many Jareth has conjured back from the dead with that spell and I think he has done something with Stephane!!"

"Twin? There is no twin. My brother Stephane and Rahl are very much one and the same." Bash verified and then glanced at the dead birds. "The only difference is that everything Stephane is, Rahl is the opposite of."

You had to sit down. You knew this was a possibility, but to have it be validated was overwhelming. Stephane had what you would know as...D.I.D. Dissociative Identity Disorder, otherwise known as a split personality or an alter...but who was the true identity? At least now you knew Stephane wasn't being held captive somewhere...or dead.

"So...he...he lied to me..."

"Wouldn't you? Lie about it? It's not something he is proud of, nor did he want it. Rahl has done evil things, like Harker and Jareth. Some he recalls, some he does not and Stephane is ashamed and certainly would not want you of all people to know, in fear of what you would think of him. My brother was never perfect. He had his own bad side when he was crossed. You've seen it. He punishes the evil, but he is not a cold blooded killer like Rahl."

"I...I suppose I understand that, for I was able to talk him out of doing some horrible things and I don't feel I would have succeeded if he did not have goodness in him. I..I'm just trying to process all of this. Referring to one body by two different names. I know it's a real thing, I just have never encountered it."

"Rahl is his second given name, after our father. Our father, who I believed caused the split by making him do despicable things as an adolescent. Stephane wanted to be good...of light. Not dark like our father, but our father expected more from him, being the oldest and he placed a very heavy weight on him to follow in his footsteps and that's exactly what Rahl did."

"He...he told me Rahl had your father killed, by that man Stephane fought and killed in the gambling tournament to the death."

"Yes, but it didn't quite go as planned. That man, Theodore, was his good friend whom he met because of Catherine. He was her husband, King Henry's brother. Rahl tricked Theodore by morphing into Stephane's image and offered him a very large sum of money to kill our father. He was full of greed just like Theo, so he knew he could get him to do it and not have to get his own hands dirty, possibly due to his subconscious, which I think was Stephane trying to fight him. But that quickly changed. Before Theo arrived that night, an argument revealed the our father had killed our mother and despite his blackened heart, Rahl loved our mother, so he killed our father first. Stephane didn't remember it right away. I think the trauma caused the memory lapse and when he did recall the events years later, that's when he set out to kill Theodore and end Rahl himself. As I said, our father did terrible things and made him do the same, but to Stephane, he was still our father whom he did everything to please....and he hated himself for what he had done, although sometimes I wonder if Stephane possibly wanted our father dead too. It would be a lie if I said I did not have similar feelings. I still stood by my brother though, because I knew of the things our father made him do. I tried to help him but I could never get through to him. There was nothing I could do. Rahl was too strong and powerful, even more so than Stephane. I never blamed Stephane for the things he had done. It wasn't his fault. I believed his hand was forced and his mind was ill."

"And he did all this for the crown? Stephane said his father didn't want Rahl to have it."

"He did at one time, but that was before he noticed the new change in him, the good side, the real Stephane, the one before our father's dark influence consumed him at a young age, altering his mind and that's when things went sour. Two others knew about his condition. One being your father Julian who tried to help him. That book you seek, the one Julian has hidden, it has the spell to lock the alter away in his mind and it also has the power to release him. Your father banished Rahl before he hid the book away to keep it out of Jareth's and other evil one's hands....including your mother's....because your mother, Caroline, who was the other with the knowledge of my brother's illness...she's the reason our father was killed."

"Wait...w..wh..what????"

"When Julian took Ashmole from his mother Jadis to undo Jareth's death, Caroline got her hands on it temporarily. When your father unknowingly slept with her twin Carrie, she punished all who knew and kept it from her and that included my brother. She brought the darkness of Rahl out of Stephane to a diabolical head... in a way no one had ever seen and hence, Darken Rahl was born. More wicked than our father could perceive. More wicked than he. Our father believed he would destroy all he had built and he denied him his right to the throne, so Rahl chose to take it, which is why Stephane has never called himself a King. In Rahl's short years of reign, even then he strangely was addressed as Lord Rahl, for again, I believe Stephane was somewhere inside of him, very much aware."

"God...my mother, even dead, still destroys people's lives. I've always known there are many things I don't know about that she's done and I'm sure this is only a fraction of it and...."

It just hit you. Something that you should have realized long before.

"Oh dear god Bash."

He tilted his head and stepped towards you with questioning furrowed brows.

"My lady?"

"My mother! What if Jareth....could he have brought her back as well?? And could she have awoken Rahl again?? She wouldn't need the book, for I am certain she would remember the spell...or...or did Jareth wake him up???"

"I suppose either or both are possible, but I hope for your sake, your mother was not one of the resurrected. I have never met her but her wicked reputation certainly precedes her in all of middle earth."

"Damn it. Why did my father have to go back for those pages?? Harker would never have gotten his hands on them if it weren't for that and my father would not have been converted to darkness. So now, what do we do about all of this without the book?? Because if you know about Rahl, then surely you must know about his animal form, the fucking gigantic jaguar I encountered earlier."

"You saw that?? That means....he is closer to surfacing than I realized."

"I not only saw it, I was scratched and it burns like hell. I tried the healing water, but it intensified the burn." you explained as you held your bandaged and trembling hand out.

Bash tried to hide his growing concern as he took your hand to look it over, but the light tremors in his fingers told on him.

"The water won't help it. It's like adding fuel to the fire. His claws are poisonous and his bite is venomous, both like no other. As I said, Rahl and Stephane are opposites even if they share the same body. Rahl propels poison, Stephane repels it. The Rahl that Stephane created is not the Rahl your mother conjured in the past and the one brought forth now will only be 3 times worse. It's like a pain scale of mild, moderate and severe."

"Third time is definitely not a charm. So what is it going to do to me?? And how do I get rid of it...and is that even possible?? Stephane, he repels poison yes, well, except mine for some reason, possibly because it was not him I cast the silverbane upon??...and his peppermint scent...it heals poison. He healed me from the dark forest and from wolfbane, so can he not heal me??"

"The question is...will he? Unless you can get Stephane to resurface, there is not much time before you will suffer vivid hallucinations and pain, and your powers will be completely useless. You will also be at Rahl's mercy. You will need Delphine, a witch doctor, for she has the only known antidote. She resides near the city. After the party tonight, I will go and try to locate her. She doesn't trust anyone but me."

"Stephane...he...he was still himself...right after he shifted back and realized what happened and what he had done. He was extremely worried for me...but then...his personality quickly began to change and when I last saw him, well...he was definitely not himself."

"The rapid change...It's because of the shift. After the cat appears, he is all Darken Rahl."

"It's my fault. I...I accidentally brought the beast out by shocking him...god...I need Garrett!! He can heal me, I know it. BUT...he is off doing who knows what with his former mate that Jareth revived. Bash, you must be very careful. Her shock is far worse than mine and let's not forget Harker and what he has already done to you. And I know Aragorn, Bard and Gimli went looking for Haldir, but please, if you see him, tell him I'm so sorry and that I miss him."

"I will...Josie...It's not your fault. You couldn't have possibly known. I will find Delphine and I will even be on the lookout for Garrett and the newly remodeled Kate. I will tell him you need him. I do not fear her nor Harker. Stay close to Legolas this evening and I will keep my eye on my brother. You should go now, before he finds you in here again."

After you left, you went back to your room to find a note from Lola on the vanity stating she, Legolas and Leean went to the dining hall to wait for you and that Boromir was anxious to speak with you. You had forgotten all about him and that he had come all the way there to inform you of something quite urgent, almost dying in the process.

You then went to the dresser to find some lace gloves to conceal your hand and as you did so, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Tears instantly formed at the mess you had become. Not on the outside, but the inside. It was a moment when you had felt more alone than you ever had.

You had to turn away, for you feared you would see Garrett again and you didn't need to be reminded, as if you'd ever forget, that he abandoned you and chose to be with a demon summoned from hell. All you had now were Leggy and Lola. All were gone, even Narcisse...even your letter to Thranduil that mysteriously vanished and you really wanted to read it again to feel close to him.

You sat on the bed, lost in the thought of your King, for he is all you truly wanted...and that's when the full blown tears came.

"Thranduil?? My love.." you squeaked. "I...I don't feel you anymore and I'm scared. I'm so scared and I'm lost and...I'm in trouble and I...I just need you...please...somehow, please come back to me...please my King, come ba...."

You loudly gasped and sprung to your feet and your heart paused and dove into your gut when you realized something else. Something horrifying, yet miraculous. Something even you wanted to do once.

Your words then came flooding out of you, choking away your air.

"Oh my god...could Jareth have done it?? Is...Thranduil alive too????"

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𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝖾𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗉. 𝖠 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽.

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻��𝖾𝗇 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖸𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖡𝖺𝗁𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌,” 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖠 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾.

“𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒—𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗒.” 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒.”

“𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.” 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖸/𝗇.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗑 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍.

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾.

“𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗄’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.” 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗎𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋.”

“𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋.”

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.” 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.”

“𝖨𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗉. 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“𝖳𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇—𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍.

“𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇.” 𝖧𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗄’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.” 𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝗐𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅. 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾.” 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?”

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.”

“𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾,” 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽, 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖡𝖺𝗁𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄.

𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂��𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗎𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄.” 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇.

“𝖭𝗈, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗈, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗌.” 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.”

“𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌. 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖡𝖺𝗁𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾.

𝖠𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗒. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄.

“𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍—“

𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒, 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍-𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗌. 𝖦𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋.

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖶𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖦𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌.

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖸𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾-𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌.

𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇—𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋—𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾—𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗒, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖠 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾�� 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈, 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋—𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾—𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁—𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁.

“𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝗌, 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁.” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 ��𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.” 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽—“

“𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁. 𝖨’𝗅𝗅—𝗎𝗁, 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌.” 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗌. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍-𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.

“𝖫𝖺𝗇,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽.” 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.”

“𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐–𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆–𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

“𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅. 𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆–𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍-𝗂𝖿𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀.

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