THE LUNA OF PROPHECY
I kept busy with small chores, anything to distract myself, but the loneliness gnawed at me.
One evening, while cleaning my room, I noticed a faint outline in the floor under the bed. A rectangle, perfectly aligned. My fingers traced the edge, and I found a hidden latch. With a soft click, the panel opened, revealing a shallow compartment. Inside was a leather-bound journal, worn and heavy. Its cover bore the initials A.
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