The

The The cockpit was drenched in darkness. Only dim dials flicked faintly as the Pacific stretched into a soundless abyss below.

Amelia's knuckles turned white as she gripped the controls, her calls to the outside world lost in the static's maddening hiss.

The body beside her, her co-pilot, had been knocked out from the turbulence.

The fog rose from the ocean, cold tendrils wrapping around the aircraft, as she squinted desperately

into the outside world. Her ultimatah spun wildly, and she felt a foregone truth settled

in. She was being pulled into the darkness, trapped between worlds, claimed by the endless sky

and sea. Well, that's what the so-called experts would have you believe.

But no, that's not what happened to Amelia Earhart.

Just a simple crash into the ocean.

Yeah, right.

We've heard it all before, experts.

Your lies won't work here because this is the red thread after all.

And we're going to get to the bottom of this, Caleb.

We're going to find out what happened to Amelia Earhart.

We're going to interview the coconut crab who devoured her bones those many years ago,

or whatever theory you were talking about before we hit record.

She deserved it.

She deserved it.

Oh, geez, you're coming out strong.

How dare this woman in the 30s rise above her peers and forge her feminine path?

Yeah, too soon.

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