Ultimate Magician Video Collection Volume 8 (2024)

Elias found it wedged between a Betamax of Ghostbusters and a mysterious substance that might have been gum.

The tape began to smoke. Elias tried to eject it, but the VCR whirred faster. The screen went white. The Magician’s voice came from everywhere—the walls, the ceiling, Elias’s own chest.

“For your next lesson: find Volume 9. It doesn’t exist yet. You’ll have to invent it.” Ultimate Magician Video Collection VOLUME 8

Below that, a single playing card: the joker.

The Magician flipped the top card. Ace of spades. “You’re thinking, ‘That’s a trick.’ But watch.” He snapped his fingers. The card in his hand changed—to a photograph. A photograph of Elias, age seven, sitting in front of a television, watching Volume 1. Elias found it wedged between a Betamax of

He wore a velvet cloak that seemed to absorb light. His face was kind but ancient, like a father who had watched you make the same mistake for centuries. He didn’t smile.

In the dusty, forgotten basement of “Video Vortex,” a rental store that time had politely asked to move on, Elias thumbed through a cardboard box labeled “DO NOT OPEN – CURSED (OR JUST SCRATCHED).” The screen went white

Silence.