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... orning light was like the prelude to a steel symphony. The spire of Stark Building pierced the pale blue fog.
The steel cables of the Brooklyn Bridge emitted a silvery cold glow under the early sun, and when Captain America's figure swept across the bridge surface, it was as if notes were jumping on the strings of a steel harp.
A waft of gray fog drifted by. Shiller, holding breakfast in his hand, stood by the railing and waved at Captain America.
"Good morning, Captain, ...
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