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I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I destroy your home from the inside out.
I begin with the letter “i”, if you add “a” in front of me, I become a new word with a different meaning, but still sounds exactly the same. What word am I?
I am a box which holds keys but not locks. With the right combination, I may unlock your soul. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?