I dreamed of two heroes. Ruined men joined by fate. One is bitter with memories of those he could not save. The other has no memories left of his old life. Hunted by criminals they hunt back. From an abandoned theater they make their base. One who remembers and regrets has taken the mask of tragedy. The one who is as a new born babe has taken the mask of comedy.
...Together they fight crime.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Keep going with this, I'm interested...
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