The cabin creaked with age, every sound amplified in the tense silence. We moved through the cramped space, each of us finding a corner to call our own for the night. Sharon and Jay were huddled near the window, whispering strategies and keeping watch. Spence was busy unpacking the last of our supplies, and Lizzy was arranging the clothes she had packed, trying to create some semblance of order in the chaos.I settled by the fireplace, its long-dead ashes a reminder of better times. I laid out the weapons in front of me: the bow, the arrows, the dagger. Each piece felt heavy with the weight of expectation. As I examined the intricate carvings on the dagger's hilt, I wondered about Sarah—the warrior who had wielded it before me. What had she faced? What fears had she overcome?"Camilla," Sharon's voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see her standing over me, her expression unreadable. "Can you come with me for a moment?"I nodded, setting the dagger down and following her to
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