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... like a ghost through the long shadows of the late afternoon. The packhouse was buzzing with preparations for tomorrow’s festivities; tomorrow, being my birthday, is also the memorial day for Luna Olivia.
I walked until my lungs burned, pushing through thorns and thick brush until I reached the ruins. This was where we had lived before the world broke. Our small cottage was mostly reclaimed by the earth now, the roof caved in and covered in moss.
Behind the skeleton of the hous ...
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