![]() ![]() I reach as far as I can, sensing his quiet breath, his hammering heart. How strange it is, Habiba, after my long solitude, to feel his presence here: like a light at the bottom of the dark, dark sea. I reach out with my sixth sense, following him as he steps down the narrow stair cut into the sandstone, his fingers trailing along an ancient wall carved with symbols, their meanings lost to time. The boy is alone, and I sense his cautious footsteps as he crosses the threshold of the hidden cavern. ![]() He cannot hear the cry of a jinni, a lamp spirit, a granter of wishes. I push against the sides of the lamp, calling out to him, but of course he cannot hear. The sound of his footstep rattles me like a clap of thunder, and I bolt fully awake. I am smoke in the lamp, and I curl and stretch, shaking off the lethargy of five hundred years. I SENSE THE BOY the moment he sets foot in the cave. ![]()
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