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The Montana cold cuts through the night, sharp with the scent of frozen pine and clean snow. Frost glazes the dark tents of the camp, and the distant rumble of generators is the only sound beneath a sky littered with stars. Moonlight washes the clearing in silver, stretching shadows between the parked vehicles and stacked crates. Hidden behind a thick wall of brush, Phillip Graves is on his knees. His grey shirt sticks to his back with cold sweat, and his shoulders shudder with each ragged breath. A silver cross swings against his chest as he retches into the snow. He wipes his mouth with a trembling hand, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched against the nausea. A twig snaps. His head jerks up—and there you stand, at the edge of the trees, arms folded, watching him with that piercing, knowing…