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- The streetlight fights to penetrate the ancient faded window of the old dusty attic as mystic candleflame sized orbs of light encircle an archaic parchment laid upon the floor; a small smooth black stone sitting at the center. Here a young woman, barely old enough to qualify as a legal adult is dressed in robes chanting over the parchment. The black stone shakes, glows, and makes odd crackling sounds; the lines of the parchment illuminate as the stream away from the stone filling the parchment; the light shining upon her youthful face, and then blackness.
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