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Where
were
they
now
?
Where
was
Dwight
Sanders
?
Where
was
the
inventor
of
her
motor
?
The
fog
was
lifting
—
and
in
a
sudden
clearing
,
she
saw
a
drop
of
fire
on
a
spread
of
rock
.
It
was
not
an
electric
light
,
it
was
a
lonely
flame
in
the
darkness
of
the
earth
.
She
knew
where
she
was
and
she
knew
that
flame
:
it
was
Wyatt
’
s
Torch
.
She
was
coming
close
to
her
goal
.
Somewhere
behind
her
,
in
the
northeast
,
stood
the
summits
pierced
by
the
Taggart
Tunnel
.
The
mountains
were
sliding
in
a
long
descent
into
the
steadier
soil
of
Utah
.
She
let
her
plane
slip
closer
to
the
earth
.
The
stars
were
vanishing
,
the
sky
was
growing
darker
,
but
in
the
bank
of
clouds
to
the
east
thin
cracks
were
beginning
to
appear
—
first
as
threads
,
then
faint
spots
of
reflection
,
then
straight
bands
that
were
not
yet
pink
,
but
no
longer
blue
,
the
color
of
a
future
light
,
the
first
hints
of
the
coming
sunrise
.
They
kept
appearing
and
vanishing
,
slowly
growing
clearer
,
leaving
the
sky
darker
,
then
breaking
it
wider
apart
,
like
a
promise
struggling
to
be
fulfilled
.
She
heard
a
piece
of
music
beating
in
her
mind
,
one
she
seldom
liked
to
recalclass
=
"
underline
"
not
Halley
’
s
Fifth
Concerto
,
but
his
Fourth
,
the
cry
of
a
tortured
struggle
,
with
the
chords
of
its
theme
breaking
through
,
like
a
distant
vision
to
be
reached
.
She
saw
the
Afton
airport
from
across
a
span
of
miles
,
first
as
a
square
of
sparks
,
then
as
a
sunburst
of
white
rays
.
It
was
lighted
for
a
plane
about
to
take
off
,
and
she
had
to
wait
for
her
landing
.
Circling
in
the
outer
darkness
above
the
field
,
she
saw
the
silver
body
of
a
plane
rising
like
a
phoenix
out
of
the
white
fire
and
—
in
a
straight
line
,
almost
leaving
an
instant
’
s
trail
of
light
to
hang
in
space
behind
it
—
going
off
toward
the
east
.
Then
she
swept
down
in
its
stead
,
to
dive
into
the
luminous
funnel
of
beams
—
she
saw
a
strip
of
cement
flying
at
her
face
,
she
felt
the
jolt
of
the
wheels
stopping
it
in
time
,
then
the
streak
of
her
motion
ebbing
out
and
the
plane
being
tamed
to
the
safety
of
a
car
,
as
it
taxied
smoothly
off
the
runway
.
It
was
a
small
private
airfield
,
serving
the
meager
traffic
of
a
few
industrial
concerns
still
remaining
in
Afton
.
She
saw
a
lone
attendant
hurrying
to
meet
her
.
She
leaped
down
to
the
ground
the
moment
the
plane
stood
still
,
the
hours
of
the
flight
swept
from
her
mind
by
the
impatience
over
the
stretch
of
a
few
more
minutes
.
"
Can
I
get
a
car
somewhere
to
drive
me
to
the
Institute
of
Technology
at
once
?
"
she
asked
.
