Luna's POV “Fall back,” one said, though no one had spoken to him.They melted into the trees. No rush. No panic. In thirty heartbeats, the shadows were gone.The quiet left behind was heavier than the fight.Kael didn’t sheathe his sword. “Hold,” he said to the line. “No pursuit. Hold and breathe.”I let my hand drop. The seam dimmed back to its soft hum. I wanted to collapse. I didn’t. I moved along the edge, checking faces, touching shoulders, whispering stupid things like “good” and “there you are” and “water’s coming.”The old woman thumped my boot with her staff as I passed. “Thin lines,” she said. “You listened.”“I’m a fast learner.”“You’re a slow sleeper,” she replied. “Fix that next.”“After this,” I said, meaning all of it: the night, the war, the breath I didn’t know I was holding.Kael waited for me near the candle at the circle’s edge. It had burned low, wax pooling in the dirt. He didn’t speak, just looked at me long enough that my knees almost went out from under me
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