The next morning, I woke up with one thought.
The silver piece.
I reached beneath my pillow and pulled it out.
It was still cold.
I turned it over in my fingers.
The crescent was there.
But now that I was looking closely, I noticed something else.
A tiny mark sat beneath the crescent.
Three small lines.
I frowned.
I'd never noticed them before.
I grabbed my notebook and drew the symbol.
Then I drew the mark underneath it.
Something about it looked familiar.
I just couldn't remember where I'd seen it.
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At school, I found Ethan first.
He was sitting outside the classroom with his headphones around his neck.
I sat beside him.
“Look.”
I opened my hand.
He stared at the silver piece.
“You kept it?”
“Obviously.”
“Your mother told you to leave things from the northern t
