One hundred thirty miles south of the North pole – from the North Pole every direction is south – there was a hollow, artificially built mountain. The mightiest hands on Earth had gathered and fused together a huge mass of granite blocks which now sat collecting snow and permafrost, hidden from anyone who might be imprudent enough to linger over this forsaken corner of the Earth. From the sky, one could see only a golden arrow the length of two Olympic pools, which pointed north, presumably for the benefit of airline pilots. Only Superman could lift the sixty-ton object, slide it into a
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