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GALENA
I’m sorry, Rubi.

Galena turns away, walking back to her chair.

Rubi stares at the melting book in the fire. Her eyes reflect the burning green.

Then, something strikes inside her-

RUBI
When did you write this?

GALENA
What?

RUBI
This book, when did you write it?

GALENA
Rubi, it doesn’t matter-