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"Agent 42" by opossumman
Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes. "Stealth! Come here! It's actually working!" he yelled to his friend. Stealth, a Silver Eyrie, turned from the twelve-piece jigsaw puzzle he was struggling with at the kitchen table to see his friend beaming with joy. "That's great! So glad to see it finally come together," he said as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder with his wing. "Come to think of it, Stealth, aren't you almost late for that delivery run? You wouldn't want to lose another job, you know?"

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