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... as quiet again. Too quiet.
Mist crawled lazily across the glowing lagoon, curling around the rocks like silver smoke. The Lunareens’ laughter echoed faintly from the water—soft, melodic, and just a little too perfect. Isabella sat on a patch of moss near the edge, Glimora cradled against her chest, her knees drawn up, chin resting on top of them.
She had been silent for hours.
Not the dramatic kind of silence where you hope someone will ask what’s wrong—no. This was the h ...
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