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A routine supply flight goes down two hundred miles north of the last radio tower, and pilot Kessa has four passengers, one working compass, and roughly nine days of food to get everyone somewhere a rescue plane might actually think to look.
“The compass works fine. Knowing which way is home is a different problem entirely.”
“Nine days of food. Four passengers. I did the math and decided not to share it.”
“Nobody signed up for this flight to become a survival story. It became one anyway.”
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