[He moves automatically, half in a daze and half letting her steer him along. The fog around his brain has slowed and settled, but it's not eased away. The unicorn looms. He has to stare at the foot of it for a moment before he can discern the location of his knapsack, nudging it out from its hiding place with the toe of one shoe.]
[The name is stitched there, plain as anything else.]
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[The name is stitched there, plain as anything else.]
['GABRIEL']