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Chapter 8 - Child of the Night
Alarielle sat by a tranquil lake, its surface reflecting the starry sky above so perfectly that it resembled a lake of stars. She wasn’t sure when she arrived, how she got there, or why, but none of that seemed to matter. The peaceful sounds of the trees swaying in the wind and the earthy aroma of the night grounded her. She closed her eyes, a soft breeze brushing her face, and a faint smile crept across her lips. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” A woman’s voice broke through her quiet reverie. Alarielle’s eyes opened, and she looked up to see a woman standing nearby. The stranger had hair the color of moonlight and eyes so blue they glowed green in the dim light of night. Without thinking, Alarielle whispered, “Mama,” as if the word escaped her before she could stop it. “Not quite. Gran
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