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... d and shaped his fingers the way Master Venn had shown in class, thumb tucked, forefinger and middle finger split like a fork. A shard of flame budded there — it was tight, mean, barely the size of a candle flame at first, then roused by his breath into a sliver of orange glass. He sighted along it, jaw clenched, and then, very deliberately, lowered his wrist. The fire dimmed to an ember and slid back into his palm. He did not waste it.
A big Hisscat that had once hunted barn mice slunk ...
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