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indent The forest smelt like fire. Gabriel imagined that it could have come from his father, though he had no idea where to find the man. He had caught his scent on the borders, and something in it perturbed him—something he couldn’t name, something sick, something wrong. It had been itching at his thoughts, a scratching sensation that he could almost recall; almost, but not quite.

indent Shaking the idea from his mind, the smoke filled his nose and he remembered why he was here. Two moonstones caught the flame and held it, bleeding that color within his own. There was a sooty colored fellow near the popping fire, studying a dog-eared book. All four feet stopped, though Gabriel realized he was in the open now, and any idea of avoiding the fellow was long gone.




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