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indent The scent of his brother had been strong, stronger then it had been in weeks, maybe months. Gabriel’s days had long since blurred together. Still, he walked without any rush, a simple quiet pace that indicated he was not concerned with anything. The cigarette in his hand had long since burnt out and been cast away, but the scent hung around him like a false halo. His long hair, while clean, fluttered in the wind and into his face. Soon enough, he found Samael—though he looked little like himself, now nearly completely black.
indent This meant something different to Gabriel, who had long ago had his coat turned the same shade (though not completely, not like that). Advancing, the distance between them was kept comfortable; Gabriel had spotted the knife quickly, and did not trust Samael. Still, he believed his brother was not half as stupid as Andre to try and bring him down. “Where have you been?”





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