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She
knew
the
danger
only
as
part
of
the
job
.
It
had
no
personal
meaning
any
longer
.
The
savage
thing
she
felt
was
almost
enjoyment
.
It
was
the
last
rage
of
a
lost
battle
.
No
!
—
she
was
crying
in
her
mind
,
crying
it
to
the
destroyer
,
to
the
world
she
had
left
,
to
the
years
behind
her
,
to
the
long
progression
of
defeat
—
No
!
.
.
.
No
!
.
.
.
No
!
.
.
.
Her
eyes
swept
past
the
instrument
panel
—
and
then
she
sat
still
but
for
the
sound
of
a
gasp
.
Her
altimeter
had
stood
at
11
,
000
feet
the
last
time
she
remembered
seeing
it
.
Now
it
stood
at
10
,
000
.
But
the
floor
of
the
valley
had
not
changed
.
It
had
come
no
closer
.
It
remained
as
distant
as
at
her
first
glance
down
.
She
knew
that
the
figure
8
,
000
meant
the
level
of
the
ground
in
this
part
of
Colorado
.
She
had
not
noticed
the
length
of
her
descent
.
She
had
not
noticed
that
the
ground
,
which
had
seemed
too
clear
and
too
close
from
the
height
,
was
now
too
dim
and
too
far
.
She
was
looking
at
the
same
rocks
from
the
same
perspective
,
they
had
grown
no
larger
,
their
shadows
had
not
moved
,
and
the
oddly
unnatural
light
still
hung
over
the
bottom
of
the
valley
.
She
thought
that
her
altimeter
was
off
,
and
she
went
on
circling
downward
.
She
saw
the
needle
of
her
dial
moving
down
,
she
saw
the
walls
of
granite
moving
up
,
she
saw
the
ring
of
mountains
growing
higher
,
its
peaks
coming
closer
together
in
the
sky
—
but
the
floor
of
the
valley
remained
unchanged
,
as
if
she
were
dropping
down
a
well
with
a
bottom
never
to
be
reached
.
The
needle
moved
to
9
,
500
—
to
9
,
300
—
to
9
,
000
—
to
8
,
700
.
The
flash
of
light
that
hit
her
had
no
source
.
It
was
as
if
the
air
within
and
beyond
the
plane
became
an
explosion
of
blinding
cold
fire
,
sudden
and
soundless
.
The
shock
threw
her
back
,
her
hands
off
the
wheel
and
over
her
eyes
.
In
the
break
of
an
instant
,
when
she
seized
the
wheel
again
,
the
light
was
gone
,
but
her
ship
was
spinning
,
her
ears
were
bursting
with
silence
and
her
propeller
stood
stiffly
straight
before
her
:
her
motor
was
dead
.
She
tried
to
pull
for
a
rise
,
but
the
ship
was
going
down
—
and
what
she
saw
flying
at
her
face
was
not
the
spread
of
mangled
boulders
,
but
the
green
grass
of
a
field
where
no
field
had
been
before
.
There
was
no
time
to
see
the
rest
.
There
was
no
time
to
think
of
explanations
.
There
was
no
time
to
come
out
of
the
spin
.
The
earth
was
a
green
ceiling
coming
down
upon
her
,
a
few
hundred
swiftly
shrinking
feet
away
.
