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Chapter 6-3
Relief overwhelmed him. The healer was more interested in the potential injuries Haziel implied and not unhappy with Zeke being in their space. Probably. Peliel was pretty laid back about his presence, but he’d have to suss out Sandphalon after his companion was helped. “Haziel was caught in a trap the first time we tried to sneak through the demon camp,” Zeke said. He ignored the protest Haziel tried to make and talked over him. “His wing was partially severed.” “Come with me,” Sandphalon said. It was a demand and all three of them followed like ducklings after the sky-blue feathers as the angel turned and made their way into the cool recesses of the gargantuan tent. The healers’ area was laid out in a less haphazard pattern than the camp and Sandphalon lead them straight through to the
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