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Miranda woke to the sound of an airplane buzzing through her dreams.
She knew the sound of the plane, but couldn’t place it.
All she could hear was the heavy beat of a Chinook’s shredding rotors as Zhang Ru chased her across the sky in a shattered Mighty Dragon jet—shedding parts as it raced ever closer.
Flying through her own—
She was still on the couch.
Under the Storm at Sea quilt.
Out the big picture window, she saw that the plane was real. It circled one last time, switched on a bright landing light, and turned final. The light was glaring right at her, so she couldn’t make out any details.
When she looked aside, she saw that her runway lights were on. Very few knew how to turn those on, and she couldn’t imagine who it would be.
Then she finally came fully awake.
She hadn
