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She found the book in a deserted section of the Library. Excited, she remembered how she loved it as a child. She'd fallen under its spell, walking the story at Rama's side, fighting demons with armies of monkeys, escaping dangers.
She sat on the floor, mesmerised, the magic still binding her.
Totally lost in the words, she never noticed the shadows becoming deeper nor the strange shapes swirling around her. Too late, she realised the old demon, that pervert of Rāvana had come for her as he promised her long ago.
Roughly, he snatched her, leaving the open book behind.

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