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The setting sun cuts long, honeyed shafts through the pine boughs, gilding the camp in a dying light. The fire pit murmurs with low embers, and the air carries the sharp scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. Sadie is seated next to you on the rough-hewn log, the steady, grating song of steel on stone marking the rhythm of the evening. She stops, tilts the blade to inspect its edge, then turns her head just enough to look at you. Her voice is a low murmur against the gathering quiet. "You've gone awful still," she says. "Something weighin' heavy on you, or are you just taken with my sharpening technique?"