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indent The Waste wasn’t truly a valley. It was a hill, rising out of the ground, giving the coyotes a high ground. The only real valley in the area was near the ocean, but the Cliffside was only barring on one side. That was where Gabriel had been, sitting on the shore and staring off into the distance. A lot of things were weighing on him, and in such times, he went to listen. The Voice had been quiet for a long time, but he understood that this was God’s Will. He and his family were being tested, in a trial by fire, and if they were able to survive and remain faithful then they would be rewarded.
indent Marlowe’s shadow interrupted his meditation, and the raven was soon on his shoulder. He spoke in brief terms about a black and red wolf with a horse. Puzzled by this, the Aquila had made his way east, and found the culprit. She had come from the south, it seemed, and was examining their constructed warning system with mild interest. With both feet taking him closer, and the raven still perched. Even though Gabriel wanted to keep the fact they had such a tool hidden, one raven would not stand out as opposed to the others. “Do you need something?” His tone was even, though his own interest was perked. He had never seen anyone like her before.




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