The rain had not stopped since morning. It pounded the old windows of Olivia’s family home as if the sky itself wanted to drown out her thoughts. She stood in her late mother’s study, a room that always felt too quiet since the funeral. The smell of lavender perfume still lingered faintly in the curtains, as if her mother’s ghost had brushed past them only moments before.Olivia had been searching through boxes stacked neatly against the wall. At first, they were ordinary things, old photographs, school report cards, folded dresses carefully kept from moths. But at the very bottom of one trunk, beneath yellowed sheets, her fingers had touched something strange.It was a black leather, bound book. Its cover was scratched but strong, the edges stitched with red thread. On the front, pressed into the leather, was a symbol she had never seen before, a crescent moon crossed by three arrows.Her breath caught. Something about the symbol made her skin prickle. It looked like it belonged in o
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