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... n’t noticed at first. A few astronomers in quiet observatories noted that the craters seemed to ripple. One insomniac child in Elder Hollow drew it in crayon—a moon with a face, and the face was crying. But no alarms sounded. No warnings went out.
Only the dreamers knew.
Clara Veil, who had not slept in nine days, felt it in her blood. She stood atop the charred remains of the Marionette Theatre, looking skyward as the clouds parted and the moon’s glow turned red, then black, the ...
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