Towards the Front
The door finally gave way, releasing a rush of stale air that smelled faintly of rust and decay. “Here we go,” Rick said, stepping into the cockpit. The room was cramped, with every surface coated in a thin layer of corrosion. Yet, the layout of controls and dials was still discernible. “It’s like stepping back in time,” Marc said, marveling at the vintage technology before them.
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