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the call was short.
mahler was grieving somewhat, for it seemed that heda did not intend to return to rivenwood. he knew it was the age for it, if a little early, but nevertheless he ruminated on it.
the season would be here in a matter of days.
secretly mahler did not feel the same dread as he had before. nevertheless, the man was upon alert for rogue males, and doubled his patrols.
the brief summons had the gargoyle's attention, and the great man, height undiminished by illness or age, soon stood in front of the stranger with an expectant look in his lavender eyes.