Her fingers danced along the heavily carved wood, purple sparks bursting from it with each tap. In the middle of the door, the blue circle of light was shivering.
No longer was it a steady pulse of energy that marked time with its rhythm.
Instead, it flickered like a candle in the wind, trembling as tendrils of violet rose out of the wood and wrapped around it.
Gnawing on her lip, she tapped faster still, sweat beading her forehead.
The tip of her fingers had started to ache from the staccato beat, but the spell was cracking now, the light dwindling ever-faster.
For a moment, it seemed to fade to little more than an outline. She exhaled, then yanked her fingers away. The blue circle vanished, and with a soft tinkle, the door swung open.
For the moment, the library was hers. The girl's lips curved into a triumphant grin, and her bare feet padded confidently from the cold flagstones of the hall onto the rich red carpet beyond.
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