Moonlit Secrets
She looked up at Aria, her eyes shining with the pure, unadulterated joy of discovery.
The heavy cedar doors at the back of the temple swung open, letting in a sudden gust of crisp mountain wind. Sienna walked in, carrying two large, woven wicker baskets overflowing with freshly harvested winter-rose and sweet-grass.
Sienna moved with a quiet, grounded purpose that she had lacked entirely when she first returned to Moonrise. Her iron-gray hair was tied back in a practical knot, and her face, though permanently lined with the indelible marks of her tragic past, held a steady, enduring calm. She set the heavy baskets down at the stone washing station and began meticulously sorting the delicate
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