The intern stared up the length of the Chase Tower, swallowing. The curve of it swept up high past the Loop.
“I can’t do this.”
“Put your hands on the building. What do you see?”
The intern leaned forward, staring up the length of the concrete, his heart racing. The curve of the building created a false perspective. He was no longer looking up, but forward.
“All magic is perspective. Find a point, change your perspective, and act.”
The moon passed over the edge of the tower.
The intern stretched, pressing his foot on the concrete.
“RUN TO THE MOON!”
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