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I spent a lot of my free time over the last few weeks reading comic books. The Flash has always been my favorite character and I had not read many of the older comics. I really have a hard time reading older comics because they are so thick with dialogue and descriptive boxes that it
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Overall, this trilogy gets a 4.3/5 for me. For a more concise breakdown of my thoughts on the prose, characters, and any complaints, please keep reading. The third book is a wild ride, and I’m still reeling from how well it ties everything together. I really loved the first book and dove right into the
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Jorin was adrift. His small vessel, Das Luos, had slipped off course when an asteroid storm, violent and unexpected, tore through the void. The storm was a maelstrom of cosmic debris, each rock a potential death sentence for his fragile ship. One particularly large asteroid struck with a force that felt like the universe itself
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For nearly ten years, Mark had taken a temporary job as a mall Santa Claus. He took on the role to pick up some extra cash during the holiday season, but as time passed, he found it feeling more and more empty. Each December, he donned the familiar red suit, attached a scratchy beard, and
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A bright moon hung low, casting unique light patterns on the shimmering waters of the Whispering River. The river was not merely a body of water but a passage, a conduit between the realm of the living and the whispers of the beyond. The ever-present mist was dense with the smell of wet earth, and
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On an island far out to sea, there was a village nestled in the shadow of a forest that was small and ancient. The villagers often spoke about how their ancestors had come to this place generations ago, worn down by years of hardship. When the island of Wane was in its infancy, the magic
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The city of Mechanica was a masterpiece of precision, constantly filled with the rhythm of gears. Towering spires of brass and steel rose into a sky filled with low-hanging clouds, the exteriors alive with rotating cogs and the hiss of steam vents. Cobblestone streets wound through the districts below where everything was powered by clockwork
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