Franklin Richards, too, of the Dark Riders sat ready in the air with his left foot stacked on his hanging right leg. His elbows rested on his thighs, and his head on his clasped hands. Franklin's gaze was dull and his mouth creased into a smirk. His Lord Acpocalyse granted him with a great gift and a mission in which to open it.
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