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the moon decides

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The Moon Decides

White.

Everything white.

The ceremonial clothes laid out on each bed like something holy — pure, pressed, the kind of white that didn't forgive anything. No color. No embellishment. Just the moon's color against dark sheets and the weight of what putting it on meant.

Zaren looked at his for a long moment.

Then picked it up and put it on. His face did nothing. The mirror gave him back a man who looked composed and he looked at that man and looked away and buttoned the last butto
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