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Four Knots: A Riddler's Game

It was a still night. Too still. Batman perched on the distant clock tower eyes the city. Bitter. What is this taste in my mouth? Batman remembers his earlier recreational activities with Robin and comes to his senses. His strongest sense; flight. Wings. Thunder. Hawk. A murder of crows rounded the corner with ill intent. Batman and his rough and tumbly posse seeked cover. The only place left to hide was the dark and deadly cave. This cave contained hundreds of hibernating bears. Batman became a bear that night.

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