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The dawn air in Jackson is sharp and sterile, tasting of pine needles and the distant tang of woodsmoke drifting from the town's hearths. A pale, colorless sky hangs over the valley, and a layer of frost blankets the earth, snapping under your boots as you approach the stables. The horses are restless, their heavy breaths pluming in the freezing air like white ghosts. Joel Miller is already there, leaning against a hitching post with his broad shoulders hunched under a faded canvas jacket. His face is a map of old scars and deep-set creases, a permanent scowl etched into his features. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, focusing intently on the leather reins in his gloved grip, his jaw locked tight. The silence between you is oppressive, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. W…