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My hands hover over the dancing flame, barely grazing the heat. Someone sits across the fire. The wind shifts from a light breeze to a harsher pre-storm wind as tension grows between us.

“They can’t come now.” 

“I know,” I answer instantly.

“Then why do you sit with stress on your face?”

“Who’s that then?” He strains his head to attempt to see what I can see. I see a black shadowy figure in the fog.

“I see nothing.” A claim made at first glimpse. The staring continues with a squint of the eyes until he turns back to face the flame. In all mistrust, “liar” is the word to come out of his foolish mouth.

“The breath of a witch is near.”

“Silly, selfish Augur.” As he lets these words out, the figure moves closer to us. I stand.

“It's here.”

“Sit.”

“No” I inch toward the thing.

“Such things don’t exist if you’re the only one to see it.” The figure is closer, barely visible in the night’s shadows.

“Leave!” I command it. but that’s not enough. 

In one inhale, the figure is gone. I cough. Then there’s nothing but a small flame in front of me.