You enter the alley and see him, transparent. He turns, fixes his gaze on you, gains substance while the world loses its colour. "Finally."
It tastes metallic, sand crunches between your teeth. Before you, the wall and the entire house around it collapse slowly into mud.
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In the mud, a hole appears, much like a tear in paper. Flames lick at its edges. He steps forward, grabs the edges, pulls them together.
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The flames are clearly eating him, but the tear isn't widening. The only sounds he makes are the crackle and whine of a burning log.
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