Beatrice Beecham's Cryptic Crypt
Baseball cap perched upon its head, and its snarling muzzle seemed to imply that it just didn’t get the joke.
Beneath the duvet, Maud drew up her knees creating a makeshift lectern, and upon this rested Thomas’ Blue Bolt comic. The cover had the image of the superhero, his exaggerated muscles flexing as he lifted a terrified “villain” off of the ground. A bubble came from Blue Bolt’s thin mouth: ‘I shall teach you to pollute our world, vile scum!’
Maud wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking for in all of this, but something was nagging at her since Thomas had returned from his inauguration. On the surface he still seemed like the exuberant young boy she knew and loved, yet at dinner she’d
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