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Adeline squints from the light seeping through the tiny window of the jet’s bedroom, where she finds herself, her form weighed down by the aftereffects of a restless slumber. The roar of the engines resonates within the walls, a steady testament that as yet, they are carving a path across the skies to Seattle.

“She pushes herself up on her elbows, and her heart skips a beat when Elara slips inside, shutting the door softly behind her.”

The movements of the woman are fluid, ...