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indent “Gabriel, the leader here,” he said, taking a seat in the grass. It had grown tall during the summer, and reached nearly to his chest in this form. That was another advantage to this place—they could vanish in broad daylight if they so chose. “I suppose my cousin accepted you, then.” Anselm had a knack for finding the stragglers, it seemed. Of course, Gabriel was often in and out of the territory, sometimes for political reasons, other times because he had the need and the desire to break away.






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