My Fated Enemy
The humming became louder, pulsing, pounding—
A sudden light blazed, the brightness nearly blinding. I covered my eyes, letting them adjust. I blinked, chasing away the blurriness, giving the bright objects their shape. “Moon Tears,” I breathed, staring at the pile of stones in front of me. I extended my hand toward them, and they became brighter.
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