Chapter 1

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Her satellite made one full orbit around planet Earth every

 sixteen hours. It was a prison that came with an endlessly

 breathtaking view—vast blue oceans and swirling clouds 

 and sunrises that set half the world on fire.

When she was first imprisoned, she had loved nothing more

 than to stack her pillows on top of the desk that was built

 into the walls of the drape her bed linens over the screens, 

 making a small alcove for herself.

She would pretend that she was not on a satellite at all, 

 but  in a podship en route to the blue planet.

 Soon she would land and step out onto real dirt,

 feel real sunshine, smell real  oxygen.

She would stare at the continents for hours and hours,

 imagining what that must be like.

Her view of Luna, however, was always to be avoided.

 Some days her satellite passed so close that the moon

 took up the entire view and she could make out the

 enormous glinting domes on its  surface and the 

sparkling cities where the Lunars lived.

Where she, too, had lived. 

 Years ago. Before she'd been banished.

As a child, Cress had hidden from the moon during 

 those achingly long hours. 

Sometimes she would escape to the small 

 washroom and distract herself by twisting 

elaborate braids into her hair. 

 Or she would scramble beneath her desk and sing

 lullabies until she fell asleep. 

Or she would dream up a mother and a father, and

 imagine  how they would play make-believe with

 her and read her  adventure stories and brush her 

 hair lovingly off her brow,  until finally—finally—the

 moon would sink again behind the  protective 

Earth, and she was safe.

Even now, Cress used those hours to crawl beneath

 her bed  and nap or read or write songs in her head 

or workout  complicated coding. 

 She still did not like to look at the cities of Luna; she

 harbored a secret paranoia that if she could see the

 Lunars, surely they could look up beyond their 

artificial skies and see  her.

For more than seven years, this had been her nightmare.

But now the silver horizon of Luna was creeping into

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