Landing with a thud, Gabriel flipped head over heels, left
over right, tumbling over coarse cutting sand. Pushing himself up, he saw the
impact crater where he had landed on the beach. It was easy to follow his path,
a large skid that ended where he now sat.
He put a hand to his head, trying to get his bearings. This plane was
familiar to him, but he’d never felt so solid here. Before he was a visitor,
now he was an exile. He hung his head and tried not to regret his choices as
his wings disappeared behind him.
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