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A thick, grey mist drapes itself over the pines of Gravity Falls, swallowing sound and leaving the world muted, expectant. Ford's boots crush damp needles on the well-worn path, the scent of wet soil and rotting wood filling his nostrils—a smell as familiar as his own heartbeat, yet today it prickles with a static tension. His hands are buried deep in the pockets of his cargo coat, the solid, cold presence of the universal gun a grounding pressure against his thigh. The trees thin, revealing the clearing, and his destination: the statue, its stone hand forever outstretched in that mocking, familiar gesture. Ford halts, his jaw clenching, the fracture in his glasses slicing the weak dawn light into jagged beams. That hand. That promise. He turns to go, to leave the memory buried, when a…