Chapter 49 WHEN THE RUINS SPOKE WITH HER VOICE

The dream started as a memory.

Not hers.

Not the first Luna’s.

Not the Caller’s.

It started with stone.

Cold under bare feet.

Ash in the air.

The smell of burned wood and old prayers.

Aria knew it before she saw anything.

The tower.

Not whole.

Not ruined.

Something in between.

She stood a...

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