"One hundred thirty miles south of the North Pole, there was a hollow,
artificially built mountain. The mightiest hands on Earth had gathered
and fused together a huge mass of granite blocks which now sat collecting
snow and permafrost, hidden from anyone who might be imprudent enough
to linger over this forsaken corner of the Earth. From the sky, one could
see only a golden arrow the length of two Olympic pools which pointed
north, presumably for the benefit of airline pilots. Only
Superman could lift the sixty-ton object, slide it into a camouflaged
lock set into the mountain face, and open the door bigger than most
medieval cathedrals.
"This Fortress of Solitude, this repository for
collectibles - the junk and the treasure of the great man's
life - was the final privacy he had."
(Miracle Monday 16)
ABOUT THE FORTRESS
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