[Quiet still despite the clamor of the goddess's crows, danger looming just over the horizon and when Fallen and Mist ask him if he wants to go out into the town with them, he just shakes his head. No, thank you, it's quiet here, I'm happy here. He sits curled up on the porch swing, almost warm in a beam of late-winter light. Mist had brought a
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