The Rose Luna
As I finished, I opened my eyes, and my breath caught.
The book hovered in the air above my open palms, suspended by an invisible force. It wavered slightly, as if testing its newfound freedom, but it stayed aloft, its pages fluttering gently in an unseen breeze. The sight of it, impossible, magical, sent a rush of exhilaration through me.
I did it.
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