The page was blank.Sera looked at it the way she had learned to look at everything that required precision without rushing toward it. Letting it settle. Letting the right beginning find its surface naturally.The aide had set a second candle on the table.Outside, the borderland afternoon moved in its unhurried way.She picked up the pen.She didn't start at the beginning.The beginning was too far back and too personal and too much of it belonged to a version of herself she had already finished grieving in small, private increments over three years of quiet nights.She started where it mattered.I came to the Ashveil Pack as Luna at twenty-three. I lost my voice to fever eight months after my bonding ceremony. What I did not lose what I chose, deliberately, to conceal—was my capacity to hear, to remember, and to understand everything happening around me.She wrote steadily.No crossings-out. No hesitation in the hand.The words came the way water comes when you remove what's been bl
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