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Srey Leak stumbled backward, knocking over the rice bowl. The pendant around her neck grew hot. The room dimmed, and the laptop screen expanded, becoming a window into another world—the world of The Princess of Silk .

“Not scary. Real .”

The princess’s voice, when she wept for her exiled brother, sounded exactly like Srey Leak’s mother.

She could smell jasmine tea and ink. She saw the princess sitting by a loom, weaving silk that glowed like captured sunset.