The kitchen smelled like baking bread and simmering soup, and despite everything, Sera's stomach growled. She'd barely eaten in days, too focused on preparation and planning to remember basic things like food.Elder Moira noticed. Of course she did. Those sharp eyes didn't miss anything.But she didn't comment; instead, she led Sera down another hallway and into a small office. It was tidy and efficient, with a desk, two chairs, and filing cabinets. A window looked out onto what appeared to be an overgrown garden, wild and beautiful and somehow sad."Sit," Elder Moira said, taking the chair behind the desk.Sera sat, hands folded in her lap, projecting calm even though her heart was hammering.Elder Moira pulled out a file-Sera's application, she realised, along with the false references she'd carefully constructed."Your references are adequate," the older woman said, flipping through pages. "Though I notice you've moved around quite a bit in the past two years. Oregon, Washington, N
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