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Becoming invisible

“I aimed for a clearing,” Tom continued, shivering at the memory. “But the snow was deeper than I imagined. I crashed hard. Everything broke—the radar, the intercom. I couldn’t get a signal out. And then… snow kept falling. It buried the plane fast. Within hours, the whole aircraft was swallowed by white powder. I heard rescue helicopters fly over, but to them, I was invisible.”
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