chapter 193

CelesteThe quiet after they pulled back was heavier than the fighting.Not because it was peaceful. Because it was unfinished.Men didn’t cheer. No one relaxed. Shields stayed braced, eyes kept drifting downslope, tracking movement that might turn back at any second. Victory makes noise. This hadn’t been that. This was a pause taken by mutual agreement.I let it last.Only when the enemy line settled into something resembling a new order did I lift my hand. Slowly. Deliberately.“Rotation,” I said.The word passed without being shouted. Units peeled back in practiced pairs, fresh arms replacing tired ones, boots stepping into still-warm prints. The ridge breathed, just a little. Not relief. Management.Mara stayed close as we walked the line. We checked injuries first. There were fewer than I’d feared. A broken wrist. A thigh torn by shrapnel. A man with blood freezing into his beard where an arrow had grazed his jaw.He grinned when he saw me.“Missed,” he said.“You leaned,” I repl

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chapter 194

CelesteNight did not arrive cleanly.It slid in under the snow, diluted and cautious, like it knew better than to announce itself. The sky dimmed by degrees, light thinning until shapes mattered more than color. Torches were kept low. Fires stayed banked. Nothing that could be read from below.I walked the line again as evening settled, slower this time. Not inspection—presence. Men straightened when they saw me, not out of fear, but habit. They wanted to be seen. To be counted. I let my eyes meet theirs, one by one. Names surfaced without effort. So did the small things: who favored their left leg, who’d stopped rubbing their hands because the broth had done its job, who was wound tight enough to snap if left alone too long.I paused beside Lysa near the southern brace. She had a clean bandage wrapped around her forearm, blood already seeping through the cloth in faint blooms.“You should’ve been pulled back,” I said.She shrugged with her uninjured shoulder. “It’s shallow.”“It’s

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chapter 195

Chapter CelesteBy the third day, the mountain stopped pretending this was temporary.Snow had packed into ice along the ridge, boots carving familiar grooves that no longer filled in between skirmishes. The air tasted metallic, thin enough to scrape the throat. Even the men moved differently now—economical, conserving motion without being told.That was how you knew a fight had settled in. When survival stopped being dramatic and became routine.I woke before dawn again, not from fear this time, but calculation. The enemy had probed west, then center. They’d tested our patience, our traps, our timing. They would not repeat themselves. Not exactly.I stepped out into the dim light and found Mara already awake, crouched beside a map weighted with stones.“Fog’s coming,” she said without looking up.I followed her gaze. The valley was swallowed in a low gray swell, thick and slow-moving.“How long?” I asked.“Hard to say. Could burn off by noon. Could sit all day.”I nodded. Fog favore

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