St George can’t fly or breath fire in Agent Smith’s dream world

He thought about setting fire to the pile of exes. In the back of his throat he could feel the light touch of smoke. He knew there was a trick to it, a way to make the smoke turn into flames, but he couldn’t remember it. Like getting off the ground, it was something Smith’s blocks were still keeping hidden from him.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 379
Peter Clines
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