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What the Night kept

Chapter 2 The Festival of First Light ‎

Word Count: 763    |    Released on: 05/07/2025

The Festival

gs best before the worl

sang through the narrow window, fluttering the white lace curtain like a sigh. She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders,

ill asleep. Even th

iff's edge, turning the stained-glass windows into walls of

by pane. Her fingers brushed the wooden seat out of habit,

S

d like a flower.

-

here to sketch. Not praye

an in a mask. Trees with faces. And beneath it all, a phrase

omnis

at it for

her heart slow... like

-

, the school

d fabric. Sister Calvera scolded two of them for trying to hang lanterns on th

orwen's most sacred tradition, celebrating the spring solstic

she just never felt like she q

rling a pale pink flower crown between her finge

y just my old white dress. Th

ce you were fifteen. One day you're going to die a mys

d. "At least I'll

"You ever feel like thi

inked. "What

here. All the time." Nora's voice dropped to a whisper. "Like t

ed around Ser

y no. To laugh. T

he cou

-

Seraphina d

time, she

-

Uncertain Time

like torn silk. Above her, the moon pulsed -

name. Not "Seraphi

ior

tur

ree, cloaked in shadows, face obscu

was velvet.

aid you

r heart twis

. When their fingers brush

eets damp, her fingers marked w

e looked, th

e her bed flicker

No seal. Only an envelope of pale ivory, tied with red string

d parchment, scrawl

lly invited to the

ath where all m

d. And c

D.V

t the letter until

r heard of Ca

d y

her already

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