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“They’re not helping people,” she whispered, panic creeping in. “Jessie… they’re not helping.” Jessie shook his head slowly. “No,” he said under his breath. “They’re covering it up.” A twig snapped beneath Sarah’s knee. Too loud. Too sharp. Every soldier’s head turned at once. “Movement!” one of them shouted. Jessie grabbed her arm. “Run."