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The village lay under a blanket of oppressive quiet, disturbed only by the crunch of my boots on the dry earth. I moved with a hunter’s fluidity, my masked face panning across the frightened, resentful civilians. Then a flicker of movement—a toddler, barefoot and unsteady, dogging my steps. Her oversized dress, torn and filthy, tangled around her legs as she tripped, yet she scrambled back up each time, her eyes holding mine with a startling, wordless intensity. The villagers averted their gazes, offering no aid, only silent accusation. Logan’s whisper cut the stillness: 'She’s got no one.' I dropped to a knee as the girl fell once more, the gravel biting into her palms. 'You alright?' The question left my lips softer than I’d meant. She offered no reply, just stood and closed t…