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Malkom opened the door to the magic storeroom without even bothering to knock. He strolled inside, leaving the door open and started rummaging through the shelves, trying to find what he needed. The half-darkness in which the room was engulfed didn't slow him; he was used to it and liked it better than bright lights. He had no time to lose; he wanted to have that airship ready as soon as possible, for the perfect plan had finally come to his mind as he walked into the garage some hours ago. It was so easy that he now asked himself how he hadn't thought of something similar earlier.  But the answer was easy: there was a missing link before, the airship.