Solitude Interrupted
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indent He saw the look in her eyes. It was a subtle thing, something she had learned to hide. Of course, it was there all the same—and he knew what that look was. That was why he stopped in his tracks, eyes darkening just a hair. So many others had given him that look, even before he had begun to resemble a dog more then a coyote. Those men (and women and children, he supposed) had gone up in flames. California was a hot-spot, and the brushfire had been fast spreading, indiscriminate. That was why he had gone to the sea, to watch the cities burn. God’s Will was undeniable, and he had set Gabriel to burn.
indent In the end the burning was great. He remained still, watching her, defensive as a man in his position had learned to be.



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