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... hop was a graveyard of abandoned ideas and empty wine bottles. Holographic displays, left on overnight, cast long, ghost-blue shadows across half-assembled gauntlets and scattered tools. The air was stale, thick with the scent of cold metal, expensive Merlot, and the profound funk of hopelessness. Tony Stark was slumped over a carbon-fiber workbench, his head pillowed on his arms amidst a chaotic sprawl of data-slates and printouts. He’d been at it all night, fueled by a toxic cocktail of alcoho ...
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