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The moon’s pale light cut through the thick leaves, painting fractured patterns across the camp clearing. My hands weren’t steady as I checked the watch again. Too many hours. The quiet was worse than any noise. Then the forest erupted. Murphy and Clarke stumbled into the firelight, your unconscious form cradled between them. The dark shaft of an arrow jutted from your abdomen, a dark bloom of blood spreading on your clothes. My heart stopped. The world shrank to the space between us as I threw myself forward, my own breath catching on the cry trapped in my throat.