The silver beast sat on the tarmac, its engines humming a low, vibrating bass that resonated in Leo’s chest. To the world, it was just a , a feat of engineering designed to haul hundreds of souls across the Atlantic. But to Leo, it was the only bridge left between his old life and a future he wasn’t sure he wanted. The Weight of the Wing
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When the wheels finally kissed the Heathrow runway with a sharp chirp of rubber, the spell broke. The cabin erupted into the rustle of jackets and the clicking of seatbelts. big_jet_plane