Dartmoor. The open sky. – 'It's come to this', W. says. 'The final reckoning'. And then, 'You can't hide on Dartmoor. You can't keep secrets'. It's just us and our God … 'The God of twats', says W.
They'll find us lying prone, with our eyes pecked out. They'll find our bodies half eaten by the Beast of Dartmoor.
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