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9. Genevieve

The figure turned around and was unmistakably Luna Helena recognising her huge brunette curls. At the ball she had been sleek and polished. Chocolate ringlets crowning a silken gown, draped in jewels and poise. In her ragged nightgown and grey hollowed eyes sockets she appeared almost monstrous.

Except there was no anger in her presence, it was all sadness. Every expression and step her weary body took was exhausted sadness.

“Cherish?”

She tottered towards me, mistaking me for my poor mother. We both had long blonde hair, I suppose in the night it was an easy mistake to make even if my eyes were green, not blue like hers and Cillian. “No, Luna Helena I am Genevieve, Luna Cherish’s daughter.”

“Of course, of course,” looking up and down the walls.

“Have you seen anything? Any clues? Nobody will tell me anything, but someone must know!”

Unable to stop her she wandered into my open room, looking around like an inquisitive dog. “Luna Helena, you cannot blame yourself for what happened to m
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