Chapter 9: Mira POV

The candlelight flickers across the chamber walls as I press my palm to the stone altar. The scent of lavender, ash, and aged blood fills the air, familiar. Sacred.

“Speak, Mira,” the High Matron says softly, her violet eyes fixed on me. “What news of the Moonborn?”

I hesitate—not because I don’t kn...

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