[ The light which illuminated the magician perished as soon as the words were said. Not slowly, not in bits and pieces, but all at once, and with force, as if a great, grandly gilt mirror had been smashed so utterly that there was nothing bright left. Only sharp shapes, reflecting shadows.
He slips out of Julian's hands like smoke, puts a long stride of distance between them. And he stares at Julian as if he's become a viper. ]
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He slips out of Julian's hands like smoke, puts a long stride of distance between them. And he stares at Julian as if he's become a viper. ]
... You're not joking.