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By P.Bocsh WARNING : In this story a girl named Cassandra finds a box. The box said The Symphony of Smells, filled with smelly vails of colorful ingredents. Then Cassandra and Max-Ernest find out it belongs to a magician that died. then they tried to get in to the magician's house and they did. Afterthat Max-Ernest finds a hidden study, then Cassandra finds a notebook with nothing but a poem. Max-Ernest and Cassandra are trying to figure out what it means and they do. It means underneath. The next day Cassandra finds out what underneath means. It means read under the pages of the book. Because there were folds in the pages. Later Cassandra and Max-Ernest read the story. The story of the magician.

" The Story of My Life" Never trust a magician. We use words only to divert your attention. Look at my pretty scarf, we say, so you do not see our sleight of hand when the rabbit disappears. But I write to you now as a man, not a magician, and I promise my story is true. How I wish it were not. For it is the story of the tragedy of my childhood, and of a terrible sercet that has brought nothing but the misery and the death. My brother, Luciano and I were born in a small town in Italy, in the time between Wars.

But I write to you as a man, not a magician, and I promise my syory is true. How I wish it were not. For it is the story of the tragedy of my childhood, and of a terrible sercet that brought nothing but misery and death. My brother Luciano and I were born in a small town in Italy, in the time between Wars.

We were twins what they call in english the "fraternal" twins, not the identical twins. A distincion that is very useless, I think. Yes, if you looked at us closely, there were many differences between us, like the birthmark on the back of Luciano's neck that resembled perfectly to a cresent moon. But Luciano and I were identical in our hearts.

When we turned nine years old, our lives, as they say, turned upside down. A terrible man rose to power in Italy, and our whole family was in danger. Our parents, they were being watched, but they managed to find the passage for Luciano and me on a boat to America. They promised to join us as soon as they could, but we knew that would not be soon. Or maybe ever.

It was an awful thing to leave our, home at such a young age, but at least we had each other. During the time we were making the crossing of the Atlantic Ocean we never left each other's sides. As a parting gift our father, he had given to us an old book of magic tricks, and we spent allour days practicing the card tricks and amusing the crew on the boat. Every night, as we went to sleep, we fantasized about our new lives in America, and how we would become world magicians. Our Mother, she had a cousin in Kansas City. We were very excited to be going there because we had heard the story of yhe Wizard of Oz and we knew Kansas was full of tornadoes and the adventure. What we did not know was that her part of Kansas City was in Missouri, over sixty miles far from the capital Kansas, Topeka, where we happn to get off the train.

It was night time and we'd been wandering through the streets of Topeka for several hours when we saw a marvelous spectacle tent lit up in front of us : a circus. Alas, having no money, we could not enter the circus tent, the big top, as it is called. But we found a flap in the tent through which we could watch the horses galloping, the clowns juggling, and even a mangy old tiger jumping through a hoop of fire.Then the story goes on for about 16 more pages, but let's move on. They read the rest of the story, but whole story is there, it cuts off and does not finish. Max-Ernest and Casandra solve the mysteryand move on with there life.