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MOONS

Written on October 29, 2021 (♏︎︎)

Author's Notes: Written for Whumptober 2021 for prompt No. 20: Lost & Found (Solitary Confinement).

Always caught between what the Church bade and forbade, Balmafula had persisted in any number of cells. There had been one to enclose her as a witch unrepented; there had been one to shelter her as a penitent sanctified. That Zeltennia should hold another was not strange. Delita was at least a kinder gaoler.

She found it hard—however—to remain stoic while in want of a window. In that deep a darkness, her wits conjured what she couldn't. More than once she cried out to look at stars she could not trace—at moons she could not draw down.

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