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"I don't need to chase you;
You're already running from yourself.
But soon enough,
You'll run straight into me." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARAGON WHIPPED the neck of his horse as he raced with high speed. At this point, it was a fool's joke.
The joker?
The fools card?
Was someone toying with him? Were they somewhere mocking and point demeaning fingers at him?
Was he really just going in circle and catching after loose change?
His teeth shivered as he stared at the road ahead. He had left Panthino and some other soldiers that wanted to follow him. He had completely left them behind.
Aragon was rushing, but to where exactly? His thoughts span back to the conversation he had with the forensics before he ran out like a deranged animal.
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Confusion slowly crept up his spine, "A female?"
"Yes, and based on our collection bases—" The woman began, but was interrupted by the male.
