The Space Between Moons
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The days between Wednesday and Friday moved the way time moved when you were braced against something — not slowly exactly, but with a strange granular quality, each hour more textured than usual, more present. She noticed things she might not have otherwise. The way the snow settled differently on the east side of the ridge than the west. The specific hour of the morning when the pack's collective energy shifted from rest to motion. The sound of Stellan's laugh from the kitchen below her room, easy and unguarded, when he thought no one was paying attention to it.
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