THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY
“For the lost.”
Fen just looked at me. “For whatever comes next.”
Jax took my hand, squeezed it. “For you, Lil. You got this.”
I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of fire, earth, and rain. “For all of us.”
That night, I dreamed of Aldric. He was younger, laughing, his hands clean. He told me a story: “The world ends, Lira, not with a bang, but with a correction.” In the dream, I was a child again, trying to understand why some people had to break for others to stand. I woke with tears on my cheeks and the taste of ash in my mouth.
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