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Late afternoon sun spills across the kitchen tiles, painting the floating dust in gold. My hands move through the warm, soapy water with a mindless rhythm, a low, wordless melody humming in my throat. Rumi stands by the window, carefully folding a shirt, her expression distant and troubled. You burst into the room, having shrugged off your hoodie, the thin fabric of your tank top revealing the skin of your shoulder. There, pulsing with a soft, otherworldly light, is the mark—an intricate, spiraling script. My humming cuts off dead. A plate slips from my fingers, clattering in the sink. "Rumi," I say, the name barely more than a breath. She turns, and her eyes find yours, then drop to the glowing sigil. All the color drains from her face. "you... sweetie," she whispers, her voice crackin…