The altimeter read twelve thousand feet and Jack Calloway did not...

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The altimeter read twelve thousand feet and Jack Calloway did not trust it. The instrument had been calibrated in Dayton, Ohio, by a man who had never flown over the Atlantic, and Jack trusted his own hands more than brass dials and calibrated springs.

His biplane, a modified Curtis Jenny painted the color of dried blood, cut through clouds that smelled of ozone and something older—something that made the hair on his arms stand up even through his leather jacket. "Calloway to Control," he said into the microphone, though he knew no one was listening. "Crossing the meridian at twelve thousand. Weather is—" The word died in his throat. The...

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