Marked by fate
We fly closer, hovering a few metres over the water and grass, and then I see them.
“Over there,” I say, pointing the pilot towards the two figures at the base of the cliff, one sitting hunched over and one standing, waving his arms.
Thank the Goddess.
'We’ve found them, Your Majesty. About to touch down and retrieve.'
'Oh, merciful Goddess,' he sighs. 'Bring them straight to the hospital. Everything will be ready.'
'Yes, sir.'
We touch down, and the pilot powers down the engine, the whir slowing as the sound fades. Lincoln comes forward, as naked as the day he was born.
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