couldn’t save him this time, because the Folding Flower Trick was used up, it was— His thumb slipped into the loop. The tiny paper packet snapped out. Alan thrust his hand forward, sliding the loop free for the last time as he did so. “ABRACADABRA, YOU LYING FUCK!” he cried, and what suddenly bloomed in his hand was not a bouquet of flowers but a blazing bouquet of light that lit Upper Main Street with a fabulous, shifting radiance. Yet he realized the colors rising from his fist in an incredible fountain were one color, as all the colors translated by a glass prism or a rainbow in the air are
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