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The fire at Pine Ridge had faded to a bed of coals, stretching long, dancing shadows over the quiet clearing. The air was thick with the scent of wet pine needles and cold soil. You sat across from Callum, his form curled against a fallen log, while Riley lay nearby, frowning in her restless sleep. The only sound was the distant, rhythmic chirp of night insects. Callum's eyes were empty wells, a deep chill etched into his features—three years of it. He caught you watching, his jaw tightening. "Why are you staring at me?" he asked, voice low and brittle, as the dying firelight flickered between you.