(Vellama standing, wrapping a cloak around her shoulders) She pulls a small silver bell from her pocket — a Word-Bell .
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(Close on Vellama’s hands) She holds a blank, leather-bound book. From its pages, faint ghostly letters rise like steam. (Vellama standing, wrapping a cloak around her shoulders)