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Chronicle, Part One
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The Crossover WarsDawn is just breaking over the skyline of New York City. From his perch atop a downtown highrise, the exceptional individual known as Spider-Man can see it all. He is tired and bruised from his early-morning battle with the Vulture, who just happens to be sitting next to him, bound and gagged with webs, and squirming for freedom. His eyes, almost milky-white cataracts with his advanced age, spin around wildly, searching for freedom. “Settle down buzzard boy, or I’ll hogtie you up good,” says Spider-Man, adding a country twang to his voice. He grins underneath the mask and looks back out at the city. OffThe Crossover Wars
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Horrid MechanicsThey pretended not to notice it. They had been driving for hours, and neither one of them had said a word. What they had done weighed heavily on their minds, but that wasn’t the thing they were ignoring. It was that thing, the being that had come from their deed. They had run, left it screaming on the kitchen floor. They thought that had been the end of it. It was following them. They hadn’t seen it, but they could both feel it. The dread permeated them, and with every passing moment, despair mounted upon them until they could feel nothing else. They had seen it writhing on the linoleum, sprouting metal and bone as it grHorrid Mechanics
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RunThe streets and alleys of Ebenen never truly empty of people, or even give the illusion of it. Even long after the sun-globes have turned a milky white and simulated night in the hundred-leveled city the trains still roared by on their elevated tracks and people still walked in the shadows, trying to get to and from work. But one hardly ever saw the streets of Ebenen. With levels a thousand feet tall, titanic skyscrapers housed the absolutely absurd amount of people residing in the city-continent. Amid these massive buildings were the train tracks, airship stations, and the web of ropes and planks that formed the hanging slums where the poorRun
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