Threads

Reaching  into  his  satchel,  he  pulled  forth  something blacker  than  the  night.  Frail  as  a  spiderweb,  the black  threads
spun  like  film  from  his  hand  to  enwrap him.  The  blackness  coalesced  until  he  was  invisible inside  the  black  cocoon. Then  it  fell  away,  like  gossamer  on  the  wind,  and he  was  gone.

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Shattered Chains, Chapter 2