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Chapter 11

Author: Sabastine
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-04 23:00:06

Novah’s POV

The moon was high over the Moon-Star Packhouse, spilling silver light onto the cobbled paths and glinting off the polished windows. I walked slowly, dragging my feet, my shoes scuffing the stones as I made my way back from the gathering. My hands were clenched around the hem of my sleeves, pulling the fabric tighter around my wrists like it could shield me from everything.

It couldn’t.

It was cold—colder than it should’ve been in early spring. Or maybe that was just me.

The porch light was still on, even though the inside of the packhouse was mostly dark now. Everyone had either gone to bed or passed out in some upstairs room, still laughing, still wrapped up in dreams that didn’t include people like me.

I hovered by the doorway, not ready to go inside. Not ready to face the long walk down the hall to my tiny, boxy room that smelled faintly of old books and detergent. Not ready to stare at the ceiling again, pretending sleep would come.

The door creaked open behind me.

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