Serafina’s POVThe morning sun poured through the narrow gaps in the cottage’s shutters, casting soft patches of light onto the battered floor. The air was thick with the scent of dew and earth, a welcome change from the oppressive gloom of the night before. I needed a breath of fresh air—something to clear my mind and steady my nerves.Without telling anyone, I slipped outside quietly, my cloak pulled tight around me to ward off the lingering chill. The woods beckoned, their whispering branches and tangled roots promising a moment of solitude amidst the chaos. I took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill my lungs, feeling the distant hum of life pulsing through the trees.For a while, I wandered aimlessly, my thoughts swirling—about Lunaria, about the curse, about Matteo’s words. I needed clarity, a moment to think beyond the shadows that haunted my every step. The forest was quiet, almost too quiet, as if holding its breath in anticipation of something unseen.Suddenly, a shadow
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