Young Jim came to the city of Providence, Rhode Island, in search of a magic and illusion store and met an unusual man on the street. “I’ll tell you one thing, Jim Holloway...But just like here in Providence, there is no miracle shops, there is no magic in the world. There is only one place where magic exists. Here. — Phillips Howard lightly tapped his fist on his sunken chest. “And when you are appointed its guardian, it is not a gift, but a curse.”