POV: Neoma SolsticeLooking back, the path was covered in blood. Looking forward, it was covered in light.Neoma stood before the Monolith. It wasn't a statue. It was a jagged, twenty-foot slab of black basalt, ripped from the crater floor during the Ascension and left raw, unpolished. The stone absorbed the midday sun, radiating a dry, intense heat that prickled the skin of her cheeks.She reached out. Her fingertips grazed the rough surface. The friction sent a vibration up her arm, settling in her shoulder joint."Hello, girl," she whispered.Her throat felt tight, the muscles constricting around the words. She swallowed, but the lump remained—a physical manifestation of the grief she usually kept metabolized.She closed her eyes.She didn't see the dark behind her eyelids. She saw the Dregs.She felt the phantom sensation of hunger—a sharp, clawing emptiness in her stomach that used to wake her up at 3:00 AM. She felt the grit of sand in her molars. She felt the itch of the collar
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