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indent Someone else had come with him. Gabriel narrowed his eyes slightly, suspicious. As the circumstance was explained, his eyes darkened. A white coyote. She was either a hybrid or albino, and from the way his son described it, more then likely the latter. If this was the case, he had no doubt she would not survive long (either here or on her own), and Ezekiel’s compassion was understandable. It had been one of the things he had taught him, despite everything else that his children had learned.
indent “Of course,” he said, sparing a glance to Marlowe. The raven took notice and, finished with his meal, returned to Gabriel’s shoulder.




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