The Magician.

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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The man in the -white as snow- thobe looked like a statue of the saviour, as seen in protestant churches. He walked amongst people at the farmers market, gently spoke about this and that, maybe the price of cucumbers? What do I know? Soon he had a fan base; people liked him and asked questions that had more to do with metaphysical reasoning than the cost of agricultural products. This disturbed authorities, was the stranger sowing seditious thoughts in people’s mind? And his thobe it repelled dust and was always clean? He was arrested and put in a police cell. When detectives came to interrogate him he wasn’t there, only his thobe, which, the label on the inside, read: made in China.

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