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Havermouth, Present TimeWhilst Heath, Cameron and Talen unloaded the Ute into the warehouse, Aislen and Leighton strolled the tarmac around the warehouse. The wind picked up Leighton’s hair, blowing it over his astonishingly handsome face as he wrapped his fingers into the diamond links of the fence.“We are not immortal, I am sure that doesn’t come as a surprise to you,” he said.“I…” She shrugged. “I thought maybe you were, but that it had gotten watered out of me by the human.”“No, none of us are immortal, no matter how close to the original parent that we are. I suspect that even the original parents were not immortal. Perhaps that is why they are no longer here amongst us, they have all died, but then… there are times when we pray and our prayers are answered, so maybe they remain, but in a life far different to our own?” He shrugged his unknowing.“It is… almost cruel,” he continued wrinkling his nose in disapproval. “That we possess what we do, and not immortality to accompan
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