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indent Snorting smoke from his nose, Gabriel flicked an ear. “Unfortunately, the last bunch of people wandering our borders this late weren’t here for sightseeing.” Whatever he came off as, Gabriel had his reasons. Nothing he did was without cause, or without drive. One hand rose and pushed a thick chunk of dark-streaked hair from his face. The other hand flicked ash from the tip of his cigarette, which rose back to his mouth before he posed another question: “Why do you want to see it so badly anyway?”




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