` The sky was the wrong shade of blue.

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` Or maybe it was the right shade. The Earth shade. Y/n couldn't remember anymore. Twenty-six years was a long time to forget a color.

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` Smoke billowed from the Milano's crumpled left engine, a black smear against the manicured lawn of a massive, sprawling estate. The crash had torn a trench through someone's very expensive hedge.

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` Around them, alarms were blaring. Not from the ship—from the house.

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