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indent Vaguely, Gabriel felt the pulse in his hand, and the sensation he had felt several times before. He had burnt himself in California, when the city had gone up and swallowed the deceivers whole. It had taken men, women, and children; but that had been His will, and not Gabriel’s own. Whatever The Voice said was His Law and His Truth, and no one had a right to disobey that, Gabriel least of all. “Did you ever find what you were looking for?” That was what he had told Segodi, when he had left. He was going to find God.






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