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Chapter 2: Ashes and Arrows Morning came, but it didn’t feel like morning. There were no birds. No breeze. Just a heavy silence pressing down on the forest. Sarah sat against the base of a tree, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her dark brown hair was tangled with ash and dirt, and her throat burned from the smoke she’d breathed in the night before.