Saja rushes into the frame, nearly slipping on the dusty stone floor as he reaches toward Rumi. His cloak snaps behind him in a sudden cold wind. The ancient book in his hand opens violently, its pages flipping faster and faster until red runes flare across the paper. The camera cuts rapidly between Saja’s terrified expression, Rumi’s outstretched hand, and the mirror’s pulsing surface. The amb...
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