sing a song just to turn it around.
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indent Gabriel ad not left the den he and Faolin had claimed since their arrival here. She had left, and his children had left, but he remained steadfast. It was large and it was lonely, but he had brought things in to fight off the cold. Blankets, mostly, and a few odds and ends. Books were sprawled amongst the corners, things he had taken to read on those nights when sleep refused to come.
indent After his son had gone together his ward, Gabriel had returned to this place. He was sitting on a rocky outcrop, dusty snow blowing around his head. The cigarette in his hand was nearly gone, smoked mostly by the wind. Though he was not as heavily addicted as his father, the same addiction was in his blood. It was enough to keep him busy. It was enough to keep him from becoming unstable as he had before. A reddish-gold man and a white figure appeared below, and he finished off the cigarette and tossed it aside. Pushing himself up, he waited calmly, smiling faintly as the two continued their approach.




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