Nazar suddenly swats his hand against the stone wall with a loud slap. As he pulls his hand away, a cloud of flies drops lifelessly to the ground. Nazar freezes, his eyes widening as he stares at his own palm in total amazement. A few remaining flies circle lazily in the background as the dust motes dance in the sunlight. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is...
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