On the night she returned from the cemetery, Lily sat in her studio, staring at the moon.She had just spoken to her mother's grave—about how she would remember the sins of them all.But fate, it seemed, would not allow her to remain a mere observer."Don't kill me! Please!"The cry of a small child cut through the estate's nightly silence.Lily put down her brush and looked from her studio window down into the courtyard.Two black-robed elders were dragging a little girl, who looked no older than six, toward the execution block.The child's clothes were torn and she was covered in blood, clearly having just escaped from hunters."Another product of an illegal turning," one of the elders sneered, raising a silver dagger. "By clan law, the sentence is immediate execution."In an instant, Lily was rushing down the stairs.The little girl was cowering in a corner, her eyes filled with despair and terror.Just like her, all those years ago."Stop."Lily's voice, though still that of a chil
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