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... very heartbeat the camp’s color shifted—ashen grays giving way to bruised violet, violet thinning toward a promise of silver that still felt impossibly far off. Men and women haunted the lanes like half-formed ghosts, their breath puffing into the air in ragged bursts that glittered briefly where watch-fires smoldered. Somewhere a cookpot rattled on its chain, forgotten over dying coals; the smell of scorched barley drifted through the cold and mixed with pitch, steel oil, and the unmistakable t ...
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