The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade. Sheppard, fervently.
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