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By Ruya

THE SUN FLOATED through the window and stirred the dust as it lit up
the pages of her book. It lit up the folds in the pages, the sagging spine, the
scratches and fingerprints on its cover.
‘Evangilline! Lunch!’
The book was thrust off her lap and landed with a thud on the floor.
A clank.
A bang.
A little clatter.
Shadows passed behind the book’s spine and light weaved in and out
of the places on the carpet. The black rectangle in front of the book was lit
up and colourful shapes moved across it.
This was the book’s new world.
And it was beautiful

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