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As the Airship approached the capital, a knot had twisted in his stomach and constricted his chest. Bent at the waist, leaning dangerously over the railing halfway to death, he watched anxiously as the walls of the city glided effortlessly beneath them. It had been anticlimactic-- not that he was expecting fireworks for the passing of a wall. Perhaps it was merely the fact he had been allowed to even pass over them.  After all, not just anyone could waltz into the capital complex, or rather in this case, fly.

A hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back over the edge, setting his feet firmly back on the deck.

“I’m starting to believe you have a death wish, Orie,” the Captain snorted, stressfully raking a hand through short, wavy hair. “I’m...

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