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INDIANA JONES AND THE BLOOD SUN CROWN
The rain came down hard and hot, turning the Guatemalan jungle into a steaming graveyard of mud and insects. Indiana Jones hated jungles. He hated...
Wolverine : No Survivors
The rain comes down like nails. Neon bleeds across the wet asphalt. Logan smells them before he sees them, gun oil, cheap cologne, fear trying to...