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... f savoring its brief freedom before the wind pulled it away.
Ian stood alone on the rise just outside camp, a cigarette burning steadily between his lips.
His shadow stretched long in the brittle dawn light, tapering toward the warped horizon like a wound unraveling.
His eyes, flat and slate-gray, were fixed on the distant tear in the sky — the Black Fall Gate.
Even from here, it beat like a living thing.
It had become a ritual for him, this morning stilln ...
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