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Gentle fingers reached into a small box of rectangular proportions. They shuffled around inside before retreating, a randomly chosen matchstick gripped between them. In one quick motion, the match was drug across the side of the box, rasping across the rough surface of red phosphorus. The friction brought the match to life with a snap and the orange flamed illuminated the face of its creator. Leonardo knelt in the middle of his room, surrounded by darkness except for the burning light he held in his hand. With somber eyes, the leader watched the small fire flicker for a moment and then touched it to the blackened wick of a candle on the ston