Moonbound Legacy
The shrine, usually a refuge, now felt like a pressure chamber, amplifying every heartbeat, every tremble.
Lila knelt before the altar, her black curls falling in disheveled waves around her face, damp from the earlier mist of the woods that still clung to her like a second skin. At eighteen, her delicate yet resilient frame was hunched in concentration, her healer's robe of soft gray wool pooling around her on the rug, its hems frayed from the day's trials. Her sapphire-blue eyes, usually bright with empathy, were half-closed in trance, but fear etched lines around them—fear that twisted her stomach into knots, grief for her missing brother Toren gnawing at her heart like a relentless wolf,
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