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     “Halo does,” he mentioned idly, stepping inside. The door closed behind him, slamming shut loudly. Gabriel had never been particularly drawn to the wide entrance and its lavish staircase, but this was not where he intended to remain. Turning to the right, the hybrid made his way towards what had perhaps once been a drawing room. It was large, with tall windows (and what Gabriel had been most interested in), and a wide fireplace.
     Gabriel squatted near the small pile of wood, one he made a mental note to replenish before the winter, and began piling it into the fireplace. “My daughter used to. There’s a lot of open rooms if you want one,” he added, sparing a glance over his shoulder before turning back to his work. A book, sans cover, lay nearby. With one hand he ripped out a few pages, crumpled them, and used this for kindling. With some encouragement from a box of matches, a small flame came to life. Carefully, and almost gently, Gabriel continued to pile up the assorted branches until he was satisfied with the size and placed two small logs on the fire.


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