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Prisoner’s Sun 

the sun there wasn't round but broken up into squares of light and he pressed his forehead to its reflection on that sun-grid floor until an earthen...
January 12th, 2016
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The Xmen Immigrants

We don’t know it yet, but our streets are being lined with mutants That’s right, Cyclops, iceman, angel and storm Are reborn, unworn and not yet...
January 12th, 2016