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The Preparation

Author: Jules
last update publish date: 2026-06-03 15:45:27
Lyra's Pov

They're teaching me how to be a Luna like I'm learning a foreign language.

Celeste arrived from the Northern Territories the next morning. She was an older woman with elegant posture and sharp eyes that missed nothing. She took one look at me in the council room and her mouth tightened. "You have two weeks to learn what usually takes years. We begin now."

I sat across from her feeling completely out of place. Celeste started with the basics. How to address different ranks in the No
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POV: First-Person Female (Lyra's perspective throughout)

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