Gadriel had never liked excitement very much, even before her Fall. Once upon a time, she’d worked for Barachiel as a guardian angel, moonlighting on the side as an Angel of Small Miracles. She’d always delighted in the tiny banalities of existence—the lucky coin on the street; the butterfly that lands on your shoulder; the bread that bakes perfectly on the first try. Somewhere along the way, Gadriel had decided that yes, small pleasures like plucked daffodils and bits of chocolate were more important than pleasing the boss. This decision, it seemed, had been enough to turn her into the Fallen
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