Agnes had been engrossed in the ancient text, her fingertips tracing the intricate symbols and weaving a connection to the long-forgotten magic inscribed on its pages. The room was a cocoon of quiet concentration, her sanctuary amidst the chaos of their magical world. But the sudden ring of her phone shattered the stillness, a jolt that echoed through her heart. She glanced at the caller ID—Sam's name illuminated the screen, a lifeline tethered to a world beyond her study.
With a swift motion, Agnes answered the call, her heart
quickening at the tone in Sam's voice. "Agnes speaking," she greeted,
her voice poised but tinged with a current of anticipation.
"Agnes, it's Sam," his voice flowed through the line,
carrying an urgent undercurrent. "We're facing a dire situation, one that
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