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Marvel: Specter system in Harlem

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Christopher George Latore Wallace — named, by some cosmic joke, after the greatest rapper Harlem ever produced — is a broke, friendless, nineteen-year-old orphan who has never left New York in his life. No connections. No prospects. A psych ward record and a one-room apartment with orange tap water. But when a stray bullet from the Irish mob should have ended his story in a dark alley, something older and stranger than any system intervened. A power. A inheritance. A synchronization that's only just begun. Now Chris — the white kid from Harlem who grew up absorbing Black street culture, who works a cash register for a kind old man and lives next door to a functioning alcoholic with superhuman strength — is about to discover that the universe he lives in is a great deal wider, and more dangerous, than the five boroughs he's always known. The Avengers are real. The Infinity Stones are real. And somewhere out there, a Mad Titan is already counting down. Chris has no training, no mentor, and no idea what he's walking into. What he does have is a name that makes Harlem laugh, a shotgun he was too scared to fire, and a body that just refused to die. That's a start.
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