"I am a magician."
He always said that, his tone as light as if he were joking. And he didn't seem to care whether you believed him or not.
He would appear on street corners, in small pubs, or on some night when you happened to be in a bad mood, to perform magic for you.
His sleight of hand was clean and swift, his smile gentle, and he would occasionally say things that would leave you stunned, as if he possessed mind-reading magic.
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