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The Woman Who Came Down From The Moon

Auteur: Mera
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-27 06:44:42

The Moon came down to the courtyard, and she did not look like a goddess.

She looked like a tired woman who had waited a very long time.

The great white disk dropped through the dark until it hung just above the Circle, no bigger than a lantern. Then it burst open, softly, like a flower. Out of its light stepped a figure in a plain silver gown, barefoot, her long hair the color of fresh snow. Her face was neither old nor young. Her eyes were the grey of a winter dawn.

She walked across the air
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