EMBRACING THE FORSAKEN LUNA
Miriam Samuel
Lysa stood at the edge of the group, her face pale as she caught sight of me.
“Sera,” she called, waving me over. “You need to see this.”
I pushed through the crowd, my breath catching in my throat as I saw what had everyone so rattled. There, in the middle of the training grounds, was a symbol carved into the earth. A twisted, jagged mark that I recognized immediately.
It was the same symbol that had been scrawled on the note I found.
“What is this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
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