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Mitchell Archer Keep writing. Sometimes that means working on a different chapter, other times it means doing a short story, poem or rambling essay just for fun.

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Rising Son (Legends Live Book 1)

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Rising Son Chapters 1 & 2

CHAPTER ONE

Independence opened his eyes and the dream slipped away. The hero sprawled in the dirt, facedown at the bottom of a shallow crater. For a moment he wasn’t sure where he was, how he’d come to be there.

Something had happened. Something had attacked. He remembered flying above the river, stretching his limbs in the morning sun. He’d rolled over in the air to glance at Manhattan. T

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