**Mira's POV**
The symposium was scheduled for Wednesday — five days after the invitation arrived.
Mira spent those days in a strange liminal space. Monday: clinic work, Brielle's therapy session with Dr. Hartley. Tuesday: preliminary reading on Dr. Marsh's research, dinner with her parents while Brielle built towers with Freya upstairs.
Wednesday morning, she stood in front of her closet choosing what to wear. Not for pack politics. Not to smooth anyone's expectations. Just for herself. She chose a tailored navy dress with a fitted jacket — professional, confident, the kind of thing she used to wear before she'd learned to make herself smaller.
Valeblack had offered to drive her to Crystalfall, but she'd declined. She needed to arrive on her own terms.
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The Regional
