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“Okay, lesson learned: don’t say the Fate’s names.” Casey says on the behalf of the group.
Gabe catches his breath, hunched over with his hands on his knees. “Didn’t think they’d be so touchy about it.”
“Well, names are power.” Casey explains, “And power attracts attention.”
“Don’t draw attention. Got it.” Gabe sighs, sitting up.
“How about it, Gabe? Think you can gate us over there?” Kol points towards the horizon and the strange lights.
The Sender nods and waves his hands, opening a gate for them.
As they land on the other side, gate closes with a thunderclap that seems to echo oddly across the desert.
“Huh, weird. I thought I got the distance right.” Gabe says to himself, as he looks out over the sand. Its still impossible to pick out details, but the distant shapes seem to look like a collection of towers, or buildings.
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