LiraThe Blood Moon Festival was tomorrow night.One day left before I ran.One day to pretend everything was normal. To keep my face blank and my voice steady and not let anyone see that I was already halfway out the door.This escape could kill me.Probably would kill me.But I would rather die out there in the forest than stay here and see the look on their faces when they discovered what I really was. I wasn’t scared of death. My grandmother used to say I was living on borrowed time.She was right.I got dressed slowly, covered the mark with paste, wrapped myself in layers, and went to find Tova in the kitchens.She was already working. Chopping vegetables for the festival preparations with quick, efficient movements.“Morning,” she said when she saw me. “You look terrible.”“Thanks.”“No, seriously. Did you sleep at all?”“Not really.”She studied me for a moment. I could see the questions in her eyes, but she didn’t ask them, and I was grateful.“Here.” She handed me a knife and
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