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Rogue stood on the roof of the X-Mansion, looking out over the landscape. To the West, the summer sun was already setting, emitting the last rays of its golden glow on the horizon. A light breeze played with her two-coloured hair, caressing her in ways that were usually denied to her. On this evening, she felt unusually content with the world. She took a few steps, and her feet left the edge of the roof. Instead of crashing like other mortals would, she flew up into the evening sky. She danced a dance without gravity, making pirouettes in the air. On moments like these, she actually liked her powers. So ma
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