When he made a Tank disappear on live TV he was rightly proclaimed the greatest illusionist the world had ever known.
But more astounding still, his escapes. From graves, straight jackets, safes, it was said he could escape anything.
Except tax bills.
And gambling debts.
And bankers set to repossess his home.
And so, hiding terror, maintaining a showman’s grin, the curtain was pulled to conceal him from his audience one last time.
He breathed deeply, once, twice, and mumbled the incantation taught to him so long ago.
His greatest escape.
Closing his eyes, he stepped out into the ether…
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