In a high tower within the Fortress of Solitude, two men peruse the offerings. The more wizened (and shorter) fellow, a famed and wayward minstrel, nods silently to the other. It is time. His nervous apprentice (though possessed of a rugged and muscular body befitting of a warrior) lowers the torch flame to the pyre. The conflagration bathes them in its hellish glow. This is the bonfire of dreams, part two.
(Solo out next couple of days, then Nico)
Arlene Graham
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