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It quickly becomes clear to January that his pursuers are aware of the limitations of their tactics. As his car slides towards the tunnel under the river, the cars, which had been driving fairly sedately suddenly leap forward engines roaring. Perversely they still don't seem to be trying to close the distance, instead they seem to be adjusting their positions relative to January and to each other. Some sort of disturbance in the air seems to ripple between the cars, like heat haze only impossibly localized. The air in January's care begins to get hot with the faint bite of sulphur or brimstone. Around your car the air seems to be beginning to congeal into something elsewhere and other. 


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The cars chasing January continue to work to position themselves in a pentagram around him. A mystic prison of some kind appears to be manifesting around you. J
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