Fiction: Samuel, a young magician, travels from India through London to a freezing Boston in 1816
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When he was still Kumar Samee in India his adopted family was of the caste of magicians, part of the brotherhood of puppeteers, snake charmers, jugglers, ventriloquists, storytellers, acrobats, and other street entertainers. Some of them had become Christians and got work as cooks and watchmen for the white men, but many, like his uncle, still kept up with magic. It was under that relative that he began training as a performer of conjuring acts. You will know no greater joy, his uncle promised the boy, for there is no greater art. None that requires the whole man, none that draws upon in equal degree good materials and skill, that unites the body and mind in speed, dexterity, and concentration, that calls on knowledge, faith in oneself, and the ability to speak to one’s fellows through the language of wonders. He saw that the boy was skilled in all aspects of magic: the visualization of ideas, the planning and building of props, the execution of the illusion. There will be nothing, nothing more pleasing to you than an audience’s applause; it will transport you, transform you, make you exceed the confines of your being. He also saw in Kumar a growing ambition that could not be...
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