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The campsite had gone still, the others having vanished into their cabins, leaving the wooden benches stark and abandoned under the pale wash of the moon. Inside, Lane lay wrapped in a nest of thin blankets, her blonde hair a messy spill across the pillow, her green eyes shut tight in a performance of sleep. The air was dense, saturated with the unresolved aftermath of your fight—the ghost of your shouted words still clinging to the cold. She held herself perfectly motionless, the rise and fall of her chest a measured, distant rhythm, a deliberate ignoring of your presence as you lingered by the door, the chill of the night seeping deep into your marrow.