The sun hung low above the clouds, casting a soft gold across the sky as a solitary Qantas A380 cut through the winter air. Far below, Sydney sprawled beneath a veil of mist, the city just beginning to stir. It was a cool morning—eleven degrees and rising—mostly clear, a few scattered clouds.In the cockpit, Captain John Simms sat comfortably in the left seat, greying hair neatly trimmed beneath his cap, moustache framing a worn but kind face. Beyond the windscreen, sunlight glittered on the Pacific. First Officer Susan Wilkinson, blonde hair pinned tight beneath her cap, watched the descent with steady hands and a practiced calm.“Well, it’s that time,” Simms said, flicking a switch. “Let’s get home without a hitch, Susan.”“Yes, Captain.”Simms pressed the comm: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ve begun our descent into Sydney this fine winter morning. Current temperature is a crisp eleven degrees, skies mostly clear with a few scattereds. If you’re on the ri
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