As Seattle vanished behind them into the overcast, Mark realized Zinertek hadn't just given him sharper textures. They’d given back the magic. The ground no longer felt like a stage prop. It felt like somewhere he’d just been .
“Tower, Glacier 742, holding short of 16R,” Mark transmitted, his voice steady.
“Glacier 742, winds 180 at 12, cleared for takeoff.”
After takeoff, climbing back through the gray soup, Lena laughed. “You know what the best part is?”
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