The Luna in Me
My hands hovered over the amber tincture, the silk, the small salves - all of it foreign, terrifying, and yet a strange comfort.
I sat. For a long moment, I simply breathed. The collar tugged faintly when I lowered my head, the tag tapping my throat with each inhale.
I lifted the smallest jar from the box - a thin, pearly salve that smelled faintly of mint and crushed leaves. The Luna had said nothing about its purpose, but my skin knew its touch instantly: cooling, numbing, merciful. I slipped out of the robe and folded it carefully across the bed.
My fingers trembled as they trailed down the faint bruises and welts that had not fully faded despite the healer’s earlier work. I dipped two fi
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