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Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
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It was an obvious dismissal. Endymion stood there for a few beats, watching Gabriel's back as he headed into the depths of Inferni. The coyote was an interesting character, he determined. The wolf was chagrinned, somewhat, and ran his fingers through his hair out of nervous habit. Then, shrugging, he turned away and set off toward home with news to deliver. The roar of waves crashing against the shore faded away, but the hollow sound of skull against skull still rang in his ears until he was among the evergreens of Ashen Mountain.
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