a lonely place of dying
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indent He had known, walking into this, that his half-brother would not be coming home. He had always know, in some way, whom was destined to remain. Arkham was not one of these. His litter was not meant to be. He and his sister were far too kind—Inferni would destroy them. Andrezej had signed his death warrant the day he had declared himself mightier then Gabriel. There was always one, it seemed. Vitium had been like that too. It would not surprise Gabriel if his brother lay dead in the wild.
indent The truth showed in his eyes, though he did not speak it aloud. “You and Rachias should leave,” he said quietly. “Leave before what happened to Andre happens to you.” Madness, death. One of them. He loved them both, even though he would not say this. But he knew, just as he knew the night the woman in white had appeared, that there was something terrible in their blood. Maybe they could escape it. Maybe they would have a chance to make it out before destiny demanded otherwise, as it had done with Gabriel.




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