63.) They fly
"I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, you neck with strings of jewels." -Song of songs 1:9 Abraham: The voice alerted him of a target nearby, and it’s far too close to Abby and the others. He takes off into the trees, his feet carrying him as fast as they can. Utilizing his wings, he picks up speed and maneuvers between the trees and the shrubbery. The searing pain from the cut in his arm is forgotten, his mind focused on the danger ahead. Our friends are just up ahead, the voice croons. Abe wonders if they’ll be better fighters than the last group he encountered. If they are, he’s not too worried now that he’s gotten a couple night’s of good sleep. He senses that he’s closing in and quickly, so he slows his pace, lo
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