The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
"We aren't gods. We’re barely survivors. Where are the twins?"
"Safe," Marcus said, not looking up. "But the world... Master Victor, look up. Look at what you have given us."
Victor followed the man's trembling finger. It was midday. The sun was a bright, harsh disc in the center of the sky. But right beside it, massive and shimmering with a cold, crystalline light, sat the moon. It was a perfect, brilliant circle. No crescent. No shadow. A permanent, bloated full moon that refused to fade even in the face of the sun.
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