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November 09, 2010
As the conglomeration of St. Michaels Guard stare up, dumbfounded, a clap resounds about the courtyard and a tall, lithe man with salmon hair walks from the entrance to the chamber, eying Azrael from behind his mask as he does. The guard part to allow him to the fore and, with a gesture, beckons Azrael join him in the yard.