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Marnie donned her light jacket and pulled on a pair of socks. The temperature in the hangar was cool, but it was uniform. The outside weather didn’t seem to affect it. She could even fly barefoot in here some of the time.
But there was wind over the mountains, and her ankles felt cold if she didn’t cover them. She pulled her black canvas sneakers back on and hurried to her feet.
This was the best time—the absolute best time. Better, even, than dawn.
Something about the late afternoon wind patterns here made her feel like she was flying a kite. The way she could catch a gust with the tips of her hands and then glide on it for miles.
The purple and orange sunset lighting the sky to her left.
The personal escort high above her where they must have thought she couldn’t see.
She knew t
