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Celeste

The southern ridge was silent when I arrived, save for the occasional crunch of snow beneath boots and the faint whistle of wind threading through the pines. Moonlight filtered down in narrow slivers, pale and sharp, outlining every edge, every shadow, every dip in the terrain. The enemy had withdrawn from their morning push, but silence never meant safety. It was only the calm before the next move, and I had no intention of being caught unprepared.

I moved along the ridge slowly, boots
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