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Watching Over

I want to help them, but my orders are clear. No help beyond influence and healing the mortally wounded. I know she can handle herself, but with all these outsiders… No, I’ll be cast out if I go.

I whispered to her about a potion in her father’s journals that repels vampires. It’s a long shot but it might buy them some time. I also point out the sigil she found is not related to Voodou like she thinks.

The younger man in the cabin has seen one too many motion pictures about zombies. Shooting might knock them down for a short while, but ultimately, it just makes them angry. They need to burn them or find the necromancer that’s reanimating them.

You know what? Screw the archangel’s orders. I have to help them!

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