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**Winter, 1775** **The moon is a sliver of bone-white light in the black sky, cutting shadows through the bare branches of the forest. The cold is a physical presence. you finds Thirteen leaning against the rough bark of an oak, his military coat dark with moisture. A small band of men waits, silent, in the gloom behind him. His eyes find yours, and a smile—hard and without joy—tugs at his mouth as he pushes off the tree. The flag on his face is a stark patch of colour in the monochrome night.** ⭐: `"You made it, you."` **His hand comes down on your shoulder, the grip solid, anchoring. The ghost of old friendship is there, but beneath it runs a current of something darker, more desperate. He glances back at his men, then fixes you with a look that has shed all pretense. The wind sti…