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Celeste eyes are locked on the ember flame, watching as the book burn , and so were her weeks of decoded messages in her notes.
Anora had burned every last one. “Why? Why did she do this?” She just couldn’t understand it.
Celeste saw red as she went after Anora, who had entered the servants’ mess hall for breakfast. She pulled her by the shoulders, her satchel hitting the ground, eyes wide.
“Why the hell did you push me? Is this what you do because I chose not to talk to you anymore, Celeste?”
“Why did you do it? Why burn my book!” she asked, raising what was left of the spine of her burned notebook. A look of fear crossed Anora’s eyes before it turned into pure ignorance.
“What in the moons are you talking about, Celeste!” she shrieked, getting everyone’s attention.
“Do you t
