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FALLEN Shame washed through Gavrael like a potent storm. It ran over his skin like a plague of ants, coated the back of his throat with acidic bile. His muscles were tensed to the point where he thought his bones would snap from the tension. He was on his knees, head bent, heavy with his guilt. His wings were folded, a vain attempt at trying to seem smaller, hoping the cloud beneath him would swallow his body. He could see the terrible appendages out of the corner of his eye.  Each of his feathers were tipped with damning gray. The hideous, visible stain of sin. "Gavrael" came the voice of Michael the archangel from above him. He saw t