The match burns black, the flame licking at Landis’s thumb and forefinger as he tries desperately to light the last candle. He hisses, blows it out, reaches into the matchbook for a fresh one. On the floor, in the central point of the five candles, on top of the summoning sigil carefully drawn over the tiles with washable marker, the pet store rabbit squirms. There’s no one and nothing to visibly keep it in place, but it stays put anyway, Walker’s powers holding it roughly still.
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The match burns black, the flame licking at Landis’s thumb and forefinger as he tries desperately to light the last candle. He hisses, blows it out, reaches into the matchbook for a fresh one. On the floor, in the central point of the five candles, on top of the summoning sigil carefully drawn over the tiles with washable marker, the pet store rabbit squirms. There’s no one and nothing to visibly keep it in place, but it stays put anyway, Walker’s powers holding it roughly still.