THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY
Cass broke out a bottle of something strong and sweet, and for a while, we let ourselves believe that maybe, just maybe, we’d pulled off a miracle.
But hope is a hungry thing. It eats you if you let it.
That night, Fen sat beside me, carving a piece of wood into a spiral. “The thing about promises,” he said, “is that they cost more than you think.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of every word I’d spoken.
He me the carving. “For luck. Or whatever comes next.”
I tucked it into my pocket, next to the letter, and tried to believe in both.
As I drifted off, Kael’s voice reached me through the dark. “Three witnesses. You did it.”handed
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