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indent “No,” Gabriel offered, looking to the bird. Marlowe cocked his head, eyeing him with the dire knowledge of a man who had seen the world. They reflected one and another, though Marlowe had not displayed the sane tendencies his friend and companion had. "You gained a few scars," the bird offered, smiling through his eyes. Gabriel returned the smile, and looked back down to his daughter. “Come on, let’s get you out of the cold.”




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