“Here,” Leo said, pressing all fourteen of his coins into the kid’s palm. “The door at the end. Go see what’s inside.”
Mira met him at the clock tower at 11:47 PM. She was wearing a cloak made of what looked like woven moonlight, and her usual shy smile had sharpened into something more determined.
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“That’s it, then,” Mira said softly. She had seventeen coins, but she wasn’t moving toward any door. She was watching him. “You could trade something else.”
Another year, another secret.
He felt like he finally belonged.
He walked away from the door.
He’d heard the rumors, of course. Every student at Ariel Academy had. Whispers in the cafeteria, cryptic messages slipped into lockers, teachers exchanging glances that said not yet . The Secret School Festival. A single night when the campus transformed into something else entirely—something the official brochures would never mention.