1966. The sun shone brightly on the steps of Titan City Hall, where three men stood at the podium — Kelly Winchester, the Crimson Wraith, and the Wily Wisp. In their hoods and domino masks, the costumed crimefighters' smiles were as broad as their spandex-covered chests; and on those chests, the Crimson Wraith bore the … Continue reading 50: The Playwright of Peril