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Opening night. The people of the city were filing in, tickets passing from hand to hand while the shuffling behind the curtain continued. Apollo was dressed very smartly, bright red cloak around his shoulders that had a decent shimmer. New clothes were getting rarer on the list of things allowed, but a magician only needed so much to get himself performance ready.
If he could be satisfied with his hair, that is. It was refusing to stay as needed beneath his hat, pulling it on and off with it falling in front of his face every time. “ It’s just not going to work! I’ll look stupid if it falls in front!” The mirror agreed with him, only glancing at Mr. Wright out of the corner of his eye, then flicking back briskly to the mirror, as if he hadn’t come in.
