Luna's Dark Revenge
He nodded once and left me to the silence.
I crouched near the mirror which still sat in the center of the floor, cracked down the middle, but alive. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat caught between glass and ash.
I touched it with the back of my hand.
“Show me,” I whispered.
The surface rippled.
For a moment, just a heartbeat of vision showing Lucia. Alive. Standing beside Julius, his hand over hers. Her arm burned with gold light, the same color that tore my land apart.
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