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indent Gabriel had been in and out of Inferni and the surrounding areas for the past few days. He didn’t feel a threat in the air, and the clan had settled into a quiet rhythm. So often he walked, more often with no goal or purpose. The Voice had been quiet for a time, but he knew it would speak again. When it did, he would have to listen. As soon as the words left his sister’s mouth, his eyes narrowed and darkened swiftly, furious. They had promised peace, and now this? It was infuriating. “I’m fine,” he said automatically. “You haven’t been in a lot of fights, have you?”



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