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Friday, September 21, 2012

The Garren had stark-white, emotionless faces. There

wasn’t even a glimmer of surprise at the sudden appearance

of Olie and the children on the beach. Long, dark

hair hung over their pasty, withered faces, and everything

about them appeared cold and empty. It was like looking

at a moving shell of flesh: there was substance outside

but nothing present inside. They were just puppets bent

on completing a task, and that task was to destroy the

Keepers. The icy-gray eyes of the Garren looked through

them as they continued to walk toward the Keepers, not

even pausing at their arrival in the path of attack.

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