Chapter 26 Chapter 26: Fractures in the Ice

I awake to the steady thrum of the mess bell—an insistent reminder that life here never pauses. Outside our tent flap, dawn's pale light seeps through frost‑veined canvas. My shawl lies folded over my cot, its fabric still carrying the faint scent of his coat. I press a hand to my chest, feeling the...

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