Onto The Plane
As Rick climbed inside, his flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing rows of corroded seats shrouded in a thin layer of marine silt. Marc followed closely, careful not to disturb the fragile surroundings. The eerie silence was broken only by the occasional creak of the plane’s frame, a reminder of its precarious position. “This place feels frozen in time,” Rick muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Each step forward seemed to uncover more questions than answers.
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