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I haven’t drawn Morgan this regularly since ~2014, probably. I’m tickled how quickly his mug came back to me.
[Long description:... And into the fray.
The frame pulls out, to reveal a crowd roaring through the streets. The watchmen have given up on containing the chaos, and instead direct the people as best they can. A father runs ahead, gripping his little one's wrist tightly. She's too young to really grasp what's going on. Meanwhile the streets are choked with dust.
Morgan isn't watching the crowd, though. He looks up, just as a huge shadow sweeps over his home...]
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