MOON OF ASHES
Then she muttered, “You sound like someone who’s fought before.”
“I have,” Ava admitted. “And I’ll keep fighting—for all of us.”
The woman’s face softened, just slightly, and she nodded.
Nearby, Mara and Joren coordinated groups gathering wood. The boy darted between them, quick and eager, desperate to prove himself useful. Ava watched him laugh once, a quick burst of sound, and the ache in her chest eased.
For the first time in days, hope felt like something more than an illusion.
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But not everyone felt the same.
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