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It was nearly midnight at the World Beyond, and they were waiting for the moon. They waited by the window because it had a clear view of the sky.
"What I'm worried about," said Vasilisa, "is the open mirror. For every moment we wait that means any magical beasts or evil mags can cross to the mortal world. We are running out of time."
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