Safiya's fingers twitch as she hurriedly shoves the small paper note into her beige sleeve, her eyes darting toward the side. The camera remains in a locked-off close-up, capturing the frantic movement of her hands against the stillness of the library. Dust motes dance in the flickering candlelight, and the fabric of her navy blue sleeve rustles softly with the motion. Off-screen voiceover (al...
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