The Hunt for Knowledge
He looked heavenward and sighed.
With hope gone, his thoughts turned to the things he had never done. He hadn’t saved his pack from their plight. He hadn’t told the woman he loved how he felt. He hadn’t done a lot of things. In all his lamentations, he also failed to notice the plane as it began to turn purple. Like watching a blush begin to creep up on a shy child’s neck, the color seeped from Zinnia’s and Luca’s hands and leached into the walls. Slowly, ever so slowly, the purple aura began to climb the rounded sides of the plane. As it reached the windows, they all watched, fascinated. Beecher had no idea what was happening, but the humming was growing louder by the second. As it m
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