Four hundred feet above the raging gorge of the Snoqualmie River, the rooftop helipad of the Silverpine Citadel felt like an altar suspended between heaven and earth. Torrential rain swept across the circular concrete platform in blinding sheets, driven by the gale-force gusts of the mountain storm. Flashes of violet lightning cracked directly overhead, illuminating the slick, reflective surface of the helipad where a twin-engine corporate evacuation helicopter sat dark…
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