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Chapter 32: The Girl at the River

Author: Akaza Writes
last update publish date: 2026-04-22 15:15:55

Luan found Mira sitting by the river at dawn.

The girl was small for twelve. Her hair was grey at the temples, the same grey Luan had seen in her own mirror. Her eyes were brown and hollow and older than they should have been. She hugged her knees to her chest and stared at the water.

May I sit? Luan asked.

Mira shrugged.

Luan sat on the cold ground beside her. The river rushed past. The sun was still behind the mountains. Frost glittered on the grass.

How long have you been turned? Luan asked.
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