THIRTY-SEVEN
This was really happening. I was strapped into a tin tube, under a glass roof, hundreds of feet – thousands of feet, oh God! – above solid ground.
We were past the river, above the roofs of Old Shoreham. Dominic tilted the joystick and the one on my side did the same, banging into my k…
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