Hades
The hail continued its rhythmic, violent assault on the stone walls of the estate, a sound like a thousand knuckles rapping for entry. I hadn’t slept. In this house, sleep was a luxury that required a clean conscience, and mine was currently a ledger of shadows. I lay on the silk sheets of my old bedroom, staring at the vaulted ceiling, the scent of cedarwood and rain clinging to the air.
My Moonlit Souls, If my stories have ever stayed with you in the quiet hours, if my words have ever softened the weight of the dark, you can now support me in a simple, gentle way, like a small offering to the writer behind the pages. No pressure. No obligation. Just a choice made from the heart. Your support helps keep these stories alive and allows me to continue writing, day after day, chapter after chapter. If you wish to stand with me, even briefly, it means more than I can say. With love and moonlight, Luna 🌙
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