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    • The Final Sentence
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    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 1
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    • A Golden Yellow Cage
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    • The Hardest Men
    • The Tyranny Of Defense
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    • Extra Sin
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    • TDC & Thrillville Presents: Vic Valentine

The Last Blue Sky: Starflight
Available at Dark Corners #3

This Desperate City: The Last Blue Sky: Starflight
She spun in its clutches. A horrifying maw. Spittle and wind and ferocity chomped at her face. What had that Nazi commander boasted their name was? Tengu. Damnable horrors. Its claws screeched against the metal of her jetpack, the only thing protecting her from evisceration.

She grabbed its horns, a hand on each, brought the head down into the hardness of her knee. She could tell she stunned it.

Its wings thrashed. They lost altitude. She let go of a horn and pumped her accelerator and back up they flew.

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