Disappearing Act

By Spectral Scribe

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Those boys are slipperier than silk sliding on a patch of ice. They're like smoke. They're the best magicians I've ever met.

Perhaps once or twice I've wondered about the oddities in their file… perhaps I'd like to get them alone sometime and force them to reveal the real story.

But for now, it's my job—my mission!—to find them. And how can I do that when they melt away like frost right under my nose?

They can't run forever. Sooner or later, our paths will cross. I'll get them.

And that will be a day of sweet victory.