The dark lingered a second longer, then was obliterated in a flood of warm yellow light. The wall was lit up by hundreds of small spotlights, each shining on a framed poster or giant photograph, all of them advertising the same nightly excitement at “The Hole” that the business card in Martin’s hat had.
But the content of the posters was what caught Alen’s eye; giant robots locked in combat with strange costumed figures, each labeled with such colorful titles as “The Firefly,” “Whiz-bang,” “Crackerjack,” and “Fist.”
He walked slowly down the wall, eyes going from one intense poster to the next. He found the one for “Brother Paul,” a man in a trench coat and fedora leaping up to meet the hulking tower of steel poised over him...
The Story Continues!
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