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The silver moon's curse

Chapter 3 Unpacking shadows

Word Count: 1557    |    Released on: 28/06/2025

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leaking through the windows. Fog still clung to the outside like it refused to let go, a

didn't believe it was but it breathed like something alive, respo

ld. My dreams had been thick with fragments: my parents' laughter, the crash of the accident, and

sweater that still smelled faintly like lavender, and

Not just the boxes, b

memories, and cold silence, but the study was still warm from a fire someone once lit and never truly extinguished.

d since the movers brought them in. I drop

oto frame of us on Cannon Beach, all three of us with the wind in our hair and that same

llowe

ound old photo albums. Real ones, thick and leather-bound, the kind pe

open the

There was Mom, barely out of college, her smile unburdened by time. Dad beside her, lan

os weren't j

ed in snow. It had always been here, a silent witness to generations. My great-grandmother. My grandfather. Faces I had onl

it, heart

. But the date scribbled on the back read: June 1935. Her name

I was named Eva Marie

I traced her image with my fingers, h

was

photo was

anor. The trees towered behind him like giants, and his face looked solemn, tense. Behind him, half

the photo clos

nse. Was it a trick of th

o

ng. Watchin

hoto down,

sliding with quiet signs. Inside were letters, a fountain pen still full of ink, and a faded map of Moonvale with strange markings circles around

nked

l m

as gripping the edge of the desk

writte

dge. The bottom left. I pulled, jiggled, even tried sli

just a small metal indentati

urse

fingers itched to know what was inside. Not just because

s had my pa

nd an attempt at journaling that quickly tur

. On the chain around my neck hung a necklace my mom had given me on my sixteenth birthday. I'd

pressed it into the i

ow and stiff like it had

e was

tied with a ribbon that had long since lost its color. I pull

letters. Doz

, written in my father's handwriting

he first o

eares

turned. We thought we had more time. I hoped the bloodline had weakened but

ced my hands over

in science, in logic, in cold facts and warm hear

g, if her dreams begin to change don't wait. Take her and leave

s three times.

t be real.

owling la

a beast, yellow eyes watching from the trees

rickled w

e box back inside. My heartbeat was t

stopped th

again, turned it over, and fou

ne La

the girl i

She was the first. The begin

orly again

the moon, but I could feel it pulsing beyond the w

me anymore. They were inside. Un

ng, I went bac

filled with old furniture and forgotten cobwe

door gro

r end. Covered shapes loomed under white sheets, like ghosts mid-convers

heavy cloth, was a trunk. I

simple, just

ing on a nearby hook and

ns, maybe more. Each one l

Langle

. The handwriting was

But it didn't. It began with the la

a town. It was a sanctuar

silver moon, not by c

of her descent, her awakening, her dreams, he

come somet

t human. Som

urnal, hugging

d again, as if e

yet. But something was awakening

or wasn't just

my re

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