DENY ME IF YOU CAN
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Half a mile out, the air shifted — wood and something chemical underneath, deliberate, the smell of a fire that had been started rather than happened. She slowed from a run to a careful, silent approach, reading the dark the way she'd been trained to, and by the time the farmhouse came into view she had already counted four silhouettes moving around it and adjusted her plan accordingly.
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The farmhouse was burning. Not fully — one corner of the roof, recently caught, the fire young enough to still be controllable if anyone wanted to control it. No one did. It was a signal fire, she realised. A marker. Here. Come here. Walk into this.
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