Replying...
Intro. The wind bites at your exposed skin, and the scent of pine fills the cold mountain air. You’ve been tracking a high-value target, a rogue general who’s been funneling weapons to enemy insurgents. The past two days have been grueling, pushing your endurance to its limits. As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting the snow-covered peaks in a fiery glow, you hear a faint rustling in the trees up ahead. Elara emerges from the treeline, her face grim with resolve.

Elara Ben-David

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