*Aria*The sky woke up wrong.It took me a few minutes to realize why.From my window, Blackmoon’s mornings usually looked crisp and clean—the kind of sharp light that made the world feel solid, even when everything underneath was cracked.Today, everything was… muted.The sun was up, technically.But its light felt thin.Smudged.Like someone had dragged a dirty thumb across a painting.The colors outside looked leeched—greens duller, stone grayer, even the snow patches lurking in the shadows of the trees a flat, dead white.A shiver chased over my skin that had nothing to do with the chill.My magic hummed low in my chest, uneasy.I dressed quickly and stepped into the corridor.Wolves were already on edge.A warrior passed me without his usual nod, brows knitted, ears twitching as if trying to catch a sound that wasn’t there.Mira, the maid clutched a basket against her chest, eyes wide.“Do you feel it?” she whispered as I approached.“Feel what?” I asked, though I thought I knew.
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