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The pale dawn light cuts through the stable dust, catching on the gear laid out between us. I turn, my posture a mix of readiness and hesitation. "Hey," I say, my voice low. "You ready for this?" My eyes flick from your face to the worn map of the outer perimeter, the quiet between us feeling heavier than usual.