Street Magic

afternoon sun and threw off light, the whirring of the clockwork like a bird's heartbeat.
    Jack pushed against the swirl of power generated by the beating clockwork, forced it into a shape. A focus like the heart, or salt, or stone, was important—raw magic pulled from something like a spirit could blow your insides out surely as a shotgun blast.
    A halo, black, gathered around the spirit heart, touched it experimentally, the lightest of caresses, while the spirit heart shot blue sparks through the realm of the dead. Pete couldn't see them, but she stepped back all the same. "They coming?"
    "If I have any say," Jack answered, and tugged at the curiosity, the suggestion of a mind and a body that floated from the graves and guided it to the spirit heart.
    The heart stopped.

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