Moana’s POVI slowly looked toward my bed.And froze.Sitting there, arranged with more care than anything had ever been arranged on that straw mattress before, were things that did not belong to me. Could not belong to me. I stepped closer, my bare feet quiet against the cold stone floor, and let my eyes move over each piece one at a time, almost afraid that if I looked too fast, it would all disappear.A pair of ankle boots sat first, the leather still stiff and unworn, dark brown and stitched with a neat, even hand. I touched them before I even realized I had reached out, running my fingers along the seams. Beside them rested a satchel, larger and sturdier than the worn one I had carried for years, its buckles polished bright. Next to that, a belt, and folded on top of it, a dress the color of warm earth, beaded along the neckline in small brown stones that caught the lantern light every time I shifted my weight. And draped over the edge of the bed, heavy and soft, a fur cloak thic
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