The Rejected Luna
“You will collect the offerings in the east wing. You will oversee their washing. You will do it publicly, under the sun. And if anything is missing afterward, if a single coin, scrap, or charm disappears, then the truth will be found. And I will know its owner.”
Luna understood the geometry of his words. Public tasks, bright eyes, watchers everywhere. A place where a single mistake could be turned into a betrayal. A place where Selene’s map, Selene’s small scrap of hope, could be found or stolen. Her throat closed. If she led, she could steer suspicion, but if she misstepped, she risked Selene, herself, the others.
“But you heard me,” Luna said quietly, forcing the words from between her te
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