He pulled back his jacket to reveal a pocket watch on a chain.
She immediately begins crying.
Why? She does not exactly know.
“What just happened?” he asks.
“You invoked the memory of an old magician whom I know.”
“Vanishing act? All smoke and mirrors?”
“No, a wicked little string trick and he could cut the girl in half.”
“Did he always put her back together?”
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