The summer afternoon drew toward night as the shadows deepened and the glimmering orb of the sun dipped closer and closer to the horizon. Already it was lost behind the screen of trees, a bright source of light, transfigured and dappled by the branches, leaves, and trunks of the protective trees. Campanella stood by the door and breathed in the rich scents of the woods, relishing the cool of the approaching evening.
Midsummer at its best.
He had given Vigil the directions to the Sanctum. He waited for the Arrow and hoped that his colleague, Archangel Michael would join them as well. Then they would be a real Cabal for the first time.
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