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Isaac pushed his small four paws against the beautiful flight-deck window and peered out.

The golden airship was still following them.

The purr of its propellers and its ginormous sharp hull cutting through the air sent a whizz of terror through his wide, clockwork innards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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