MAGGIEI crouched just beyond the treeline, the scent of smoke curling around me like a whisper I didn’t want to hear. It clung to my clothes, my skin, the edges of my thoughts. Below, the aftermath of the raid smoldered quietly—embers glowing like dying stars scattered in the dirt, streaks of blood
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