Singing in the Rain

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The face in their dreams stared back at them from the pages of an ancient book, hidden so far back in the shelves of the old library they were sure no one had touched it in the last century or so.
It smelled like rain and stardust, they noticed faintly, under the overbearing smell of old books and dust.

They could almost hear her speaking to them.
'Hey lil B,' she might say, 'you found me.'

They fell back into a plump armchair (when had they left the Stacks?), a little breathless, as the face of Eyala, Messenger of Eya, peered our at them from the pages of a book about magic.
Magic? Magic had been gone for so long, now, most people saw it as an old bedtime story for kids. And she wanted them to, what, bring it back?

The task seemed impossibly large, to them.
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