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... once in a while I’ll get a whiff of a campfire, but it’s hard to nail down a direction. Like There’s no origin. It’s diluted, miles away, but there’s no directionality to it.”
After days of searching they hadn’t found the Deceiver’s landing point, nor had they caught sight of him. Like he disappeared off the face of the Earth. Most fliers couldn’t fly any longer than their Ability held, it was a rare Class that allowed long range aerial hauling of three people and their gear.
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