How. Can. You. Tell. I’m. Under. A. Spell? (Patreon)

How many loops had it been? 20? 30? More? She’d tried to keep track but it was growing harder and harder to maintain focus. Her panic making her trace her steps backward to the point she had found that book in the bookshop and snuck out with it hidden under her purse.

The truely maddening part was that every rotation she could just catch the briefest of glimpses of the book and what may be the return spell. But in the mirror the words, written in Celtic and backwards, were incomprehensible gibberish no matter how many times she tried to focus on it as she rotated, repeating her repetitive clockwork dance.