[done with the circle. straightens, steps carefully inside, speaks the final word. there's brief blue light that follows the path his finger traced, and then nothing.
which is what he'd expected. like sparking a lighter that's out of gas, there's nothing to fuel it.
smiles at it for a moment, then starts wiping it away with his foot.]
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which is what he'd expected. like sparking a lighter that's out of gas, there's nothing to fuel it.
smiles at it for a moment, then starts wiping it away with his foot.]