The Thirteenth Moon The strange new moon did not disappear. For a long moment, Lyra, Cael, and Astraen stood frozen on the hill overlooking Moonrest, staring into the sky as if the heavens themselves had suddenly changed their rules. The wind had grown colder. It moved through the tall grass in slow, uneasy waves, whispering through the night like a warning no one yet understood. Lyra’s wrist still burned where the Veilkeeper mark glowed faintly. “That moon…” Cael said quietly. “Tell me I’m not seeing things.” “You’re not,” Lyra answered. Above them, the familiar moons drifted in their usual patterns, glowing silver and pale blue across the darkness. For centuries, scholars had studied their movements. Priests had written songs about them. The Veilkeepers had drawn power from their alignment. Twenty moons. Always twenty. But now, far beyond the others, a dim, pale sphere hovered like a ghost. A twenty-first moon. Or something pretending to be one. Astraen’s voice came sl
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