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... ship industry’s shares as a gift of friendship.
Only then did Mazelan smile, satisfied, before he disconnected the line. Isaac watched the black monitor with his cigarette and muttered bitterly.
Mazelan seemed oblivious to the fact that when considering the airship’s revolutionary potential, Central approved it far too swiftly—even hurried, perhaps. Perhaps certain intel was being deliberately hidden from Mazelan, given his role as Central’s de facto correspondent to Isaac. ...
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