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He guided the jet onto taxiway Charlie. The tarmac was a mosaic of stains—hydraulic fluid, jet fuel, the dark bloom of a hundred hard landings. It wasn't clean. It wasn't sterile. It was alive .
“What?”
He looked. And he forgot to breathe for a second. zinertek hd airport graphics
“Check out the markings near Cargo 2,” Lena said, pointing at the screen. He guided the jet onto taxiway Charlie
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