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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 964343" data-attributes="member: 10680">The VaultBoston, MassachussetsOctober 2002, around 10 AMThe man's accented voice is clipped with determination, maybe anger. "I did not do anything to you. I am now undoing what you put upon yourself... Watch, and learn..."The man advances and is about to drive Jason into a corner. The rest of the bar is still deserted and quiet. As the man waves with his hand, his eyes stare hard, in concentration. The fingers of his outstretched hand make intricate patterns, seeming to grab, slide and push. Somewhere in his mind, Jason can feel like dust is being blown off his memories, a heavy seal is broken. As clear as if it was happening now, he can remember the events of the night before.The table, the glass of booze, and the paper. A drawing of the old man, of ghosts and fire. Jason takes a last shot of his drink and grabs an eraser, clearing the paper in furious strokes. He hears himself cursing and ranting, wishing all this had never happened.Jason is pulled back to the present. The man has stopped his advance, is now only a few feet away from Jason. His hands are held loosely by his side, the calm has reappeared on his face. "It is done... Do you see?"</blockquote>