Chapter 1
TRIS LOST ALL visibility as the airplane pierced a thick slab of fog. She slid her focus from the miasma outside the cockpit window to the flight instruments in front of her. They were her eyesight now. She trusted them. They told the truth. She scanned the gauges and smiled. Tris heard their silent language; woman and machine entwined in the exceptional conversation of flight. “Clear Sky Two-Five-One, cleared for the approach,&rdq...
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