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of the yellow caution line.

The rotor blurred into a disc. The sound became a deafening thrum.

Usually, at this RPM, the “hop” would start. The landing skids would begin to chatter against the concrete. The tail boom would oscillate.

But today… nothing.

The helicopter sat there, planted on the ground, rock steady. The blades cut the air with a smooth, continue reading …