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Best to avoid the fog altogether. You pull the plane up sharply and, partly by observation and partly by instinct, you veer west. You hear Asher shout something about avoiding the mountainside. But you're determined that you have this covered.

Navigation is tricky with few landmarks to see, and the light is fading. Crimson sunset stains the sky, and it feels like hours that you soar around the mountain. Your hands grow cold upon the wheel.

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