Blackfoot Forest Downtown

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His blessing of her plans was reluctant at best but Em was not one to pursue total praise. She was unmoved by his mild show of disinterest and neglected the baiting of his words...instead reaching up to nibble along the caramel hairs of his cheek in a sign of affection. "Worry not, Brother," she said while limping forward toward the den. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, "Your sister will live another day. But not without her required quota of beauty sleep."
 
She'd yammered quiet enough; the weight of the world felt like it straddled her shoulders. With a soft chuff of goodnight she disappeared into the darkness of the den and was soon back in her deadman wonderland...the ghosts of Marcus and his Exodus waiting eagerly to show her the path of terrifying enlightenment.