Chapter 1A superhero, a ghost, and an angel walk into a bar.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks.
“Three whiskies,” the superhero says.
“Three?” The bartender chuckles. “Rough day?”
“For sure, but only one’s for me.”
The bartender looks around. “You got two friends I can’t see?”
“Yup. They’re invisible.”
A twenty placed beside a flickering plastic jack-o-lantern atop the bar gets the bartender moving. “Invisible, eh? Well, it is almost Halloween, after all.”
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In a sweater vest and black rimmed glasses, shaggy gray-haired, blue-eyed Dwight looked more middle-aged nerd than mighty superhero. The ghost knew Dwight was both. Two names. Two personas. It was something he’d discovered literally upon his last breath, when he also learned superheroes couldn’t save everyone.
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