Chapter 27: Part 3
Zarnuchtron, and Warmoot decided to return to the lands occupied by the descendents of Adam as Randolfy and Lemisslept decided to reside closer to the city of Dedicated. Warmoot and Zarnuchtron bowed deeply to Casarta’s grace and bid their fellows goodbye before taking up the journey with Childreth and Kakarnan at the edge of Dedicated to witness the path of Dedicated whom walked always with God upon his mind.
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In the home of Cain Enoch bowed deeply to his host and hostess whom had housed him for the greater portion of the year; with whom he had shared tales of the descendents of Adam, the intrusion of the angels upon the daughters of Adam, and the lives of the offspring of Dedicated in the same-named city. Dedicated marveled that adam existed where the common father of he and Cain had never sewn his seed, and wondered after what he had been taught him that in the beginning only Adam had existed, the sole human creation of All-Existence-Common-Uni-Being-Endlessness.
And so Dedicated bid the city and cousin that bore his name a fond farewell and began walking in the direction he believed his wife to be, where he had known her to be last, for when he silenced his mind and cleared his thoughts, it was her face that shown clearly to him beyond any other silence he could allow to occupy his self.
As he turned to look a last time upon Dedicated, he beheld it with gratitude as he turned again and set himself toward the place he had known best upon the Earth as his home.
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Turning to his wife, Cain spoke, “I am grateful to know that my father began a tribe of humanity after my passing away from him, even if they are ignorant of the fullness that exists beyond where they have so far been.”
“Husband,” replied Camphire, “I am grateful to see wonder and gratitude in your eyes for what your life has brought you.” She gazed within his eyes as she spoke, and as he extended his hands to her, and she took them, he was happy gazing back into the eyes of the consciousness that had brought him to a life far beyond the scream that had filled his ears from his chest so many centuries prior.
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In the city of Dedicated, that night all citizens felt their cheek kissed by a warm breeze as dreams of sweet tastes filled their resting minds.
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