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Abandoning the transpo at the village, Gage insisted they walk the remaining distance to the Monastery. The trees, the slope of the road, the smell of clean air was all as he remembered. It was as if the planet had aged a handful of seconds to his decade. Absently, he rubbed the tattoo of the interconnecting circles of the Holy Order on the inside of his right wrist.
Jules warned against marking himself in any way. Gage insisted his wrist never showed since the climate of Malhinda was such that to leave their quarters without their cloaks would result in shivering in a short time. When that didn’t convince Jules, Gage simply pointed at his hair. Jules offered to shave it, as was done in the Monastery and as he did his own hair, but when Gage commanded the air in their living quarters
