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indent Even though his blood was more then half dog, he resembled neither of the major contributors to his bloodline. He looked like a dog breed that wasn’t even in his blood—but that was how genetics worked, in some way. Things mutate. Now, though, he listened to her speak, and explain the three-fold law he had known to be true. It was the trinity at work; the highest power he knew—Father, Son, Holy Ghost. The misery was brought on by their polar opposites, but in the end, dawn always overcame dark. “They’re confused and upset. I’ve never raised children before, so I’m not sure how this works. I’m really relying on Faolin for her help.”




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