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They moved again—careful, low, using trees for cover. Following at a distance. Voices carried through the bush. Low. Sharp. Jessie dropped behind a fallen log, pulling Sarah down. “Stay down,” he whispered. They listened. “…sweep wider…” “…orders are clear…” “…no one gets out…” “…burn anything left behind…” Sarah’s hand tightened.