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The Luna's First Decree

Author: Abi Gail O
last update publish date: 2026-06-09 01:52:08

The decree came from something Nell said.

It was a Thursday session in late winter, the room fuller than it had been in the autumn, the particular fullness of a space that had found its purpose and was being used accordingly. Elara was at the center of it, just as she always was, not dominating the room but holding it, with a particular quality of presence that made people feel the space was safe without being told it was safe.

Nell was beside her.

She had been attending for three months and ha
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