The Rejected Luna
“And choices don’t last long here.”
The torches crackled, and the faint hum of night insects echoed through the courtyard beyond the chamber. Luna caught a glimpse of herself in the polished bronze mirror mounted on the wall , her dark curls falling wild around her shoulders, the defiance still sharp in her gaze despite exhaustion. She looked alive. Not like them. Not yet.
Mira touched her arm, her hand shaking. “You think you’re different. All of us did, at first. But that’s how he wins. He studies you, finds the cracks, the hungers, the guilt. Then he fills them until you forget they were yours.”
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