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Are you watching carefully?

Asa was. He always did. Asa knew that everything was connected; everything was there -- if you only watched carefully enough.

Knives, coins, guns, spinning lazily through graceful hands and fingers, disappearing, reappearing.

I once hid a gift that would fill an entire ballroom, right under everyone's nose.

The Blood here and there, and the natural feats of prestidigitation accompanying them were watched, imitated. Laughing, smiling eyes watched intense, concentrating ones. One performing familiar, practiced movements, the other watching and learning.

I've hidden so much.