Dawn.
The amber rays of light were just beginning to banish the shadows of the recent darkness when the man stepped out onto the cobbled street. Carriages weren’t running quite yet and many of the villagers were still asleep. The boy wasn’t here. It was the perfect moment. Moving quickly, he upturned the hem of his cloak to reveal a gloved hand. A wry smile appeared on his lips. He took one step forward and vanished. In seconds, so too had the village but with one difference. The man hadn’t taken a flurry of short explosions to disappear.
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