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Reza dipped a horsehair brush into the stone bowl and began to coat the new pages in a thin layer of varnish. The nigella oil prevented the heavy paper from buckling. The other ingredient, the one his apprentice had obtained with so much misgiving, would keep the manuscript alive long after Reza himself had gone, protecting it from decay. If he could not unlock the true meaning behind the things words, someone would, someday. Reza was so intent on his work that he did not notice when the sun slid past the dome of the palace, disappearing behind the dry peaks of the Zagros Mountains on the far horizon. A chill in the room alerted him to the coming of twilight. Rezas heart began to tap at his breastbone. Carefully, before the fear took hold in earnest, he placed the varnished pages on a screen to dry. On a shelf nearby were their companions, a thick sheaf of them, awaiting the completion of the final story. Once he was finished, Reza would sew the pages together with silk thread and bind them between linencovered pasteboards.

The thing seemed amused. It had appeared without a sound, and sat quietly within the confines of its chalkandash prison at the center of the room, regarding Reza with yellow eyes. Reza suppressed a shudder. The sight of the creature still filled him with warring sensations of horror and triumph. When Reza had first summoned it, he had halfdisbelieved that such a powerful entity could be held at bay by a few wellchosen words written on the floor, words his illiterate housekeeper could sweep away without incurring any harm whatsoever. But it was soa testat, he hoped, to the depth of his learning. Reza had bound the thing successfully, and now it was compelled to return day after day until it completed the narration of its stories. I will study, it says. The things voice was spiteful. But what can it hope to gain? The Alf Yeom is beyond its understanding. Reza drew his robes about him and squared his shoulders, attempting to look dignified. So you claim, but your race was never known for honesty. At least were honest with ourselves, and do not covet what is not ours. Man was exiled from the Garden for eating a single fruit, and now you propose to uproot the whole tree without the angels noticing. Youre an old fool, and the Deceiver whispers in your ear. I am an old fool. Reza sat down heavily on his workbench. But now its too late to be otherwise. The only way forward is through. Let me complete my work, and I will release you. The thing howled piteously and slammed itself against the edge of the circle. It was immediately knocked backward, rebuffed by a barrier Reza had created but could not see. What do you want? the creature whimpered. Why do you force me to tell you what I should not? These are not your stories. They are ours.